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At one time we thought

That we might live in Harbledown

And travelled by Green Line

To Canterbury,

Wandering around the shops

And restaurants,

Sensing all was fine

And never for a moment in our bliss

Realising that real life

Might require employment,

Or at least a steady income

The lack of which might just quench

The fire of youthful hope;

But then of course young love

Is never bothered with the thought of cash,

Assuming it will follow in the wake

Of well laid plans

Which, later, may seem rash

But at the time were strong enough to bare

Romantic visions of a future shared.

Brian Hick 23.2.10

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