M.F. Coberly Poems

Remembering is wonderful,
With memories like ours,
We've had so much that's precious,
So many golden hours.
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Once on an afternoon in fall
I chanced to meet a fellow tall
He asked me to the country fair,
So off we went without a care
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We had a room for us alone,
Shabby and dirty and drab,
But when our love came in the door,
It changed into a palace grand.
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