I wrote this LONG AGO and just uncovered it while unpacking a small barn
On the ride to daliy chores, As clouds their bellowing did I thought of when I'd seen her last. Then a streamer of the Sun Caught me in the eyea, I thought of when last we spoke While wondering with ardent sighs. The worK progressed with steady speed Till afternoon was bright, A segment of a rainbow arched. Her thoughts came with the night.
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