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A poem for Mickey

From: Charles Lowry
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Remote Name: 66.217.80.105
Date: 08-Oct-2002
Time: 07:14 PM

This is a poem from the Lord of the Rings, but it fits Mickey, in life and in death, I think:

I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen, of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were, with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see.

For still there are so many things that I have never seen; in every wood, in every spring there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago, and people who will see a world that I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think of times there were before, I listen for returning feet and voices at the door.

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