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How Time Does Fly
(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

How Time Does Fly

Poem By David Harris

Met some old friends
from a place where I used to work,
I hadn’t seen them for a while.
It is amazing how time does fly.
We spoke for a half an hour
then I was off again.
It is nice to keep in touch
for who knows when
I will see them all again.

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Oh yes i know this feeling very well, me and brown eyes only know so well...10