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Polish There are those who, living 400 miles away, dwell here in my heart. Old friends pass my home, pursuing their careers; They have their satisfactions – I have poetry, and the hardships of true living… Joys gather around my heart, as the one who has climbed these years with me – steadfast, devoted, weakened – proffers her cheek in her alluring manner; then polishes our sparse silver, as she has polished our marriage all these long, rich, full years… David Young \