The finest egg poem.
_when the best and brightest years have passed, live each day as if it were your last.
Treasure them, as miners treasure gold, see the world before you too old.
Let is beauty sink into your mind, day by day more wonders you will find.
Learn to look, a new joy can be found, once you pause and start to look around.
Spare the time to gaze at lovely things, hardens, sunsets, blossom, waves and wings. Patience Strong. In loving memory of Beryl Ridgley - a lovely lady.
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