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Sara Kendrick's Reflections Contest
Reflections Of My Youth -- SK
On a lustrous November night
Along each gliding way;
The thrill of my childhood beckoned
Into the woods that day--
Where in the hush so intricate
That pulsed lithesome yet clear,
I heard a dulcet voice singing
Only those pure may hear-
A jingle through fall's pewter leaves
A quiver through the boughs ...
Till a maiden fey drifted by
My, that was long ago
Did some young magic enthrall me?
I'll really never know !
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