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rob, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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Poetry you say?To my daughter.
The day I knew we both were growing old was when she took my arm and not my hand
First shyly, but with each step growing bold, as if she wanted me to understand
that she was no longer to be led,
But that I would do to lean on, until she learned to fly
Arthur John Ashby. 1921 - 1993.
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