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                When some relationships end some cleary do not have anyone to blame like you say...I wonder why time does that.  
                
                    posted by
                    FormerStudentIntern
                     on August 2, 2010 at 8:38 PM
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                This is very special.  I just hate it that they ran out of time.  But, sooner or later
  it happens to us all. 
  
                
                    posted by
                    TAPS.
                     on August 2, 2010 at 5:40 PM
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                    I'd say that...
                
                they both met their dreams..it's just that his seems to have lasted longer..nobody's lasts forever..but then, that's just me saying :)! - Ash  
                
                    posted by
                    ash_pradhan
                     on August 2, 2010 at 2:25 PM
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                Very well expressed!
    
                
                    posted by
                    Nita09
                     on August 2, 2010 at 9:12 AM
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                    Sinome 
                
                JR It’s nice to get it all together. Dreaming is a state of love love. BC-A, Bill’s  RJLst
  
                
                    posted by
                    BC-A
                     on August 2, 2010 at 5:04 AM
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                Well Simone, it is the way it happens and perhaps unluckily sometimes one pays for the richness of life. Nice poem
     
                
                    posted by
                    C_C_T
                     on August 2, 2010 at 12:45 AM
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                It is sad that their destinies never met Sinome, very lovely poem. Thank you for stopping by.
  
                
                    posted by
                    shobana
                     on August 2, 2010 at 12:13 AM
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                I've seen this happen with several older couples, leaving us to wonder.  The bonds that hold man and woman together are mysteries - at once the strongest and flimsiest connections imaginable.  A very true and thoughtful  
poem.l
  
                
                    posted by
                    2902
                     on August 1, 2010 at 11:55 PM
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                lovely poem  and written with the grace that time does run out but the memories and what it was with truth remains.  
                
                    posted by
                    spiderfly
                     on August 1, 2010 at 11:43 PM
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                Sinome, well, that's life in the fast lane.  When you depend on phsical attractiveness and romance to define love for you, there is no hope really.  INMO, love begins when the romance ends.  
                
                    posted by
                    dsm_tchr
                     on August 1, 2010 at 11:31 PM
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                    Oh that was sad.....see I get so involved with your poetry
                
                I get quite carried away..it is so wonderful, always.  
                
                    posted by
                    Kabu
                     on August 1, 2010 at 10:00 PM
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