Saturday, July 12, 2014

The Lonely Old Fellow Comments

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The roses are bedded for winter, the tulips are planted for spring;
The robins and martins have left us; there are only the sparrows to sing.
The garden seems solemnly silent, awaiting its blankets of snow,
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