Jane Hutto , Hourglass Moments</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=24.htm>Jane Hutto </a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Hourglass Moments</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b><p>Fifty years<br>or just one month,<br>it really doesn't matter--<br>if she's the one you truly love<br>Time's footsteps never clatter,<br>but slipper-soft they tiptoe past...<br>you scarcely know they've gone<br>as hand-in-hand and heart-to-heart<br>love's old sweet song you've sung.</p></b></font></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk6.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk6.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>