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Dear Maureen
I swore that was you at the show yesterday
Chatting in line, bright young smile on display
But of course, it can't be
Now you'd be old like me
Yet I'm still glad you don't just fade
No one ages in our memory
They stay the same though old they may be
It is indisputable
No one stays as beautiful
As they were once when young and carefree
by Belle Bellevue
11/12/22
Copyright ©
Robert Gorelick
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