Monday, January 13, 2003

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Birds have no consciousness of doom:
Yon thrush that serenades me daily
From scented snow of hawthorn bloom
Would not trill out his glee so gaily,
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Robert William Service
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Pustola 05 April 2019

It is a good poem. It states the truth. I like that.

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BARIZ 15 June 2018

Nice poem by Robert

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