Friday, September 7, 2012

A Grave Comments

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In a quiet country churchyard, where lilies grow tali
and white,
And vie with the moist red roses in luring the bees
to light.
And the big ripe briar berry, r&inwashed and sweet and
gay.
Tempts, with the native cherry, the bright little birds to
stay.
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Louisa Lawson
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