Often

Often I think of how
often I think of past,
of occurances dead,
of future unreal.
Often I laugh still I
often think once again 
of past and future days.
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04.04.2021
Pleiades
6 syllables per line 7 lines 
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Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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