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Wherever She Knelt

For Wherever she knelt Sweet flowers she smelt And the green of the leaves In the sycamore tree For wherever she sat She took off her hat Ant boweth to each bird and each bee For wherever she roamed There were hedgehogs and gnomes And the bright summer sun gazing down For wherever she strolled […]






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Where Is Or a Question of Nature

“Tweet”, said the bluebird to the flower The dandelion smiled while counting each hour: “The wind blows cold, the nights are long” The singing of the lark as the wind cuts through the grass: “It’s morning! It’s day! The night has passed!” The sun smiled at the clouds as they slowly passed: “The ducks swim […]






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