What my lips have kissed and where and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before.
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

~Edna St. Vincent Millay


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-- Martin Ogden, 2/2/10

I would like this photo more than other people would.
-- Martin Ogden, 2/2/10

Hey David, We met at your New York gig. Impressive! Gloria will be placing an order soon. Much respect.
-- William, 11/27/09

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