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Ode to Winter
Slowed dawn creeps upon frosted pine and pane; Hushed world slumbers ‘neath enshrouded lawn While life above stirs and shovels its brumal way. Hung is the holly, glad tidings flow o’er hill and dale ‘Midst soft flakes swirling in merry… Continue reading
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Spring Fever?
A January Dandelion All Nashville is a chill. And everywhere Like desert sand, when the winds blow, There is each moment sifted through the air, A powdered blast of January snow. O! Thoughtless Dandelion, to be misled By a few… Continue reading
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