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I always thought of you each day, Never missed a one. Each time it changed, Varied as the years passed. Every day I still think of you. Rainy late nights could be the saddest. My eyes would tear at what they missed. Etched in my memory my mistakes. Aware of time. Now adays I wonder earlier in the day, These thoughts are still of family. They range the range of life, Of beginnings of seeds long planted, How have they ripened ? Upshots in mind Relaxed in logic, Tempered for tomorrow. Yesterday was no different, Only more recent., Until todays thought.