I have made this morning
Beautiful for you
I have prompted song
The robin shouting spring
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Haven't been in touch here
Months have rolled right by
Others spoke their hearts clear
Loves and hurts descry.
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Stop on Number 7
Shakespeare, antiques town
Not too far from Stratford
Place of bard's renown.
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Your face shows pain
And apprehension
You wonder if I hurt
And judgment hurl?
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Sunday afternoon and February
King and Queen hub
Young lady scooting everywhere
On snow pusher.
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If There Were to be a Fifth Gospel…
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She was taken
And the years were few
Little of this mortal life observed.
The fever ravaged
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