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Sun, 27.08.2023

I Cannot Sing by Edward Harelston.

I cannot sing because when a child,    My mother often hushed me. The others she allowed to sing,    No matter what their melody.  And since I’ve grown to manhood   All music I applaud, But have no voice for singing,    So, I write my songs to God.  I have ears and know the measures,    And I’ll write a song for you, But the world […]

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I placed a flower on your grave today. I knew you were not there— but far away A fleecy white cloud floated Blotting out a million miles of mystery and blue. Perhaps in... TO A PAL by A. V. Hall.
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