Friday, May 11, 2012

June Comments

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Now by every meadow-side the buttercups blow-
(O June, you are spendthrift of your gold!)
Green are the uplands where the little lambs go,
Green and glad the forests that are old.
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Virna Sheard

Virna Sheard

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