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Pat’s Tavern by Thomas J. CraneCyclesFrom Light to light and dark to dark,I am often caught between.In the morning time,The moon no longer casts its shimmering beam. As in the daytime the meadows are ever so green.Darkness brings a curtain over all that might glow, It hides the things that I once did know.Still, I remember things as they often did grow.They often passed from the shadows into the light. That which was hidden seemed ever so bright.I see things now as they come into view.And I grasp for that which I once knew.Too late as the cycles come ever so fast.And the time for remembrance is almost passed.52


































































































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