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My sorrow, when she's not here with me, These dark days of winter rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loved to walk, the withered path Along the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stray She talks and I am away with the mist: She scares the birds away, I'm glad her simple ways worsted gray A silver light glisten now. Yesterday I learnt to know The love of bare December days. She thinks I have no eyes to see As she's moulding out there.

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Date: 12/17/2014 2:04:00 AM
Such beautiful imagery but so sad:-( Hugs Jan xxx
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Date: 12/17/2014 1:43:00 AM
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