I see your reflection in my beggar's eye,
Who owned your world neath truer skies;
But died in driftwood, for your smiles-
And held you close, for a little while.
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Beautiful poem and it just is one of those that makes me feel like sitting on the porch in my rocking chair
at the old farm house early in the morning. My old collie dog and a cup of coffee and a smile. A wonderful
painting to me.
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Beautiful poem and it just is one of those that makes me feel like sitting on the porch in my rocking chair at the old farm house early in the morning. My old collie dog and a cup of coffee and a smile. A wonderful painting to me.