Love The answer hums beyond my reach As do many, many, things It would be nice if I could teach as easy as the blackbird sings. What could I teach for all my years? I have no tales to tell I know in spring that something stirs as buds begin to swell. I know the Sun that warms the earth is here for... Sign in to see full entry.
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