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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=361690" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>And Where Is She Now</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How often do you wonder <br>what happened to your first love. <br>Sometimes I do it all the time. <br>I wonder what she is doing, <br>what kind of life she’s lead, <br>has she had any children and how many. <br>Did she ever marry the man of her dream, <br>or is she still waiting <br>for him to come along? <br>The questions are without answers, <br>as I really don’t know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My first love was Gillian Reid. <br>I met her at a dance hall <br>where she worked. <br>I caught a glimpse of her <br>the first night I went there <br>from the corner of my eye. <br>It was enough for me <br>to fall madly in love with her. <br>I slowly got to know as time passed by. <br>We never went out together though I did try. <br>However, I had fallen madly in love with her. <br>Sadly, that love was never returned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She did however become <br>a source of inspiration <br>for many years to come. <br>I wrote songs by the score, <br>even my first novel <br>was written for her. <br>As the years passed, <br>she still did inspire me <br>with short stories and a radio play <br>and of course <br>a poem or two.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The last I heard about her <br>was way back in the late sixties <br>when someone had told me <br>she went all hippie. <br>Still I never saw her again <br>and I often wonder <br>would I recognise her <br>if by chance we passed on the street. <br>One thing I do remember well. <br>I wrote her a letter, <br>the longest letter that I’ve ever written. <br>It took five envelops to sent it, <br>so I must have been smitten.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And where is she now <br>your guess is as good as mine. <br>All I can tell you is this, <br>somewhere in this heart of mine <br>a small fire for her still burns <br>for the first love of mine. <br>Time has never dampened <br>all the embers in there. <br>However, my wife <br>has nothing to worry about. <br>The past is the past <br>and that is just where it is staying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q>
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Did she ever marry the man of her dream, 
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