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SONYA KASSAM 
Dear Sonya,
Thank you for this. It speaks to us of patience.
All good wishes,
robert
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I like your perception on this poem, it is meaningful. I agree!
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Time is one luxury most people cannot afford to enjoy. Standing in our way is the fact that we have to use time to earn to survive. If we go for it there is no time to give ourselves the few minutes to watch if nothing else the work of Nature.
I wonder how Wordsworth had the luxury of wandering lonely as a cloud and watch those golden daffodils. :)
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Absolutely, Ranu! Great thoughts. If we gave ourselves that luxury of time many of us would turn poetic :))
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