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Count your garden by the flowers Never by the leaves that fall; Count your days by the golden hours, Don't remember clouds at all. Count the nights by stars, not shadows, Count your life by smiles, not tears, And with joy on every day, Count your age by friends, not years. - Author Unknown(I found this in someone's tag line of a message - if anyone knows the author, please let me know) When last I saw her I remarked how well she looked And she replied How good it was to see the sun For it was spring. I hadn't noticedWe talked a while Of nothing in particular But then chance meetings Are like that Nothing in particular Yet she seemed so pleased That we had had this little chat I only thoughtI never thought of her again Until today. My eye caught the name -- "After a long illness patiently borne . . . " - Sandra Hunter |