tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642588922402729816.post8742876646149339994..comments2023-09-13T03:10:36.690-07:00Comments on Robin's Nest: How time fliesOld Egghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14727444489103758018noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642588922402729816.post-8354845760875988142018-01-14T06:44:07.743-08:002018-01-14T06:44:07.743-08:00There are both joy and sadness in this poem. I am ...There are both joy and sadness in this poem. I am hoping that the joy outweighs the sadness, if even by a mere breath. But there's no way to tell, because time is flying...Magical Mystical Teacherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01853272111925075994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642588922402729816.post-8183664763259461112018-01-13T20:41:48.025-08:002018-01-13T20:41:48.025-08:00He so hoped that was true
But the farmer knew how ...He so hoped that was true<br />But the farmer knew how time flies<br /><br />Human nature would dictate frequency of visits will taper off as time goes by.<br /><br />Hankkaykualahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.com