Saturday, April 8, 2017
On Friday April Seven Comments
Rating: ★5.0
C-oal clouds in the sky
H-ave all become white;
E-arly morn has broken, leaving the dark of night.
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7/24/2025 5:53:32 PM # 1.0.0
R-ugged wind of the storm I-sn't found neath the heaven; N-ew dawn denies the dusk, O-n Friday April seven. Excellently executed, dear Bernard....10+++++