Friday, April 24, 2015

First Love Comments

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I remember as a boy the calm soft spring rains invoking the smell of the dry rock
Being wetted, and swallows circling the air with their shimmering talk
And fat sleek frogs in the pools singing at summer stars night,
The birch trees burdened with song choirs on boughs high and wide
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