Hello all,
Not really coming back here frequently, but I'll be around. Stay in touch!
Fia

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Sometimes it's faded,
Unnoticed and underheeded,
Somewhat jaded,
And hardly weeded.
It costs two pennies
And a martyred dime;
If 'tweren't for my worries
It'd have been mine.
It's easy to miss it,
To take it for granted,
or forget to kiss it,
Or to leave it planted.
I do confess -
With troubled words -
I do profess,
As said the birds,
That I left it alone,
Denied it was there,
Went off on my own,
Got lost somewhere.
And I do regret,
(As I do impart)
I now owe a debt
To my troubled heart.