Friday, March 28, 2008

My Memories Of Childhood Are Fading Comments

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My memories of childhood are fading as I grow older and more gray
Yet in my wild flights of fancy I get the sweet scent of hay
In the mown meadows of Summer in the far northern July
And upwards above the rank rushes the brown lark carols as he fly.
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Francis Duggan
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