Days endless passing, year upon year,
Gift of ageing, a grace to hold dear.
Wisdom gathers, as the hours grow old,
The raw and green, now precious gold.
~ D.F.
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Dan Frugalberg 
beautiful.
http://www.awordofsubstance.wordpress.com
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Thank you and have a wonderful day!
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Dan, you always manage to write an oak tree in the size of an acorn … beautiful words once again with so much meaning.
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Thanks, Liana. That how much time my two little acorns leave me with especially over the weekend. I hope that by God’s grace, they will become mighty oaks too in their own time. Have a good one! 🙂
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Love this! the photo and poem are perfection!
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Many thanks! Happy that you like it 🙂
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