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Cheers To Chaucer
A soft pallid blanket covered the trees,
Results of the season’s long winter freeze.
Down a side street went a small group, in Maine,
They all got off from a ride on the train,
And a cold wind kissed the cheeks of the crowd,
Who moved toward the shelter of a proud,
Man who was now lying sick in his bed,
Causing friends to think he might soon be dead.
Into the house moved the worry full crowd,
Led by a man who stopped and said aloud,
“We all know why we’re gathered here today,
To help a man who’s being worn away.
Though friends we are not we’re here ...