Now The Cardinal Poem by Dennis L. Maxberry

Now The Cardinal



Now a cardinal sings up high on branches, and brough, of it's
mercies, singing of their harvest. In cold, or whether it's hot, a hymn
of special choice, a songbird by choice, to cheer your hearts by the
grosses.

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Dennis L. Maxberry

Dennis L. Maxberry

West Allis, Wisconsin
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