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Bliss in possession will not last Remembered joys are never past.

James Montgomery

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James Montgomery
Age: 82 †
Born: 1771
Born: November 4
Died: 1854
Died: April 30
Poet
Irvine
Ayrshire
Possession
Joy
Lasts
Last
Past
Never
Joys
Bliss
Remembered

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