Duane Brown Poems

The strains of woodwinds playing,
Recall to me your voice;
So rich and dulcet melody,
Its left for me, no choice,
...

Christmas bells and sleigh bells ring;
All the merry children sing
Their carols of joy
In honor of the infant boy.
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Shadows, as the night winds blow,
Softly gather, softly go
Beneath the trees upon the snow.
And the branches sigh and creak
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