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As Time Goes On. . .
Time passes so quickly
that before I realized,
My little girl grew up
right before my very eyes.
The cycle continued onward
with new players in the game,
The rest of us graduated
with a new title to our name.
I know she’s not my little girl
because now she is all grown,
Still, she is my baby
though she has little ones of her own.
JRS © 11-6-02
The "Okie" Poet
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