Nature's first hue is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour. 
The leaf subsides to leaf. 
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day,
Nothing gold can stay. 
Life after a lung transplant (c) 2005-2010 Questions, comments? Email me at janeandessie@gmail.com
 
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