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It takes a heap o' livin' in a house t' make it home, A heap o' sun an' shadder, an' ye sometimes have t' roam Afore ye really 'preciate the things ye lef' behind, An' hunger fer 'em somehow, with 'em allus on yer mind. It don't make any differunce...
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Silently standing, waiting at the alter, Church astir, has her bride-groom faltered? Expectation of loving nupitals that night, Anticipating sleep she knows is so right. Time passes, her wonder grows, F earing her man may never show. Hoping...
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Stella Rodgers shares her thoughts with the following poem: "Happy Days." "When I read this from so long ago, [this first baby is 30 now!] I thought to myself that it's good these little things were recorded, 'cos they're like...
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That Autumn day when crossing Heaven's Sea, you left him lost and longing on this shore. He held you tenderly the night before the angels came to set your spirit free. He gazed upon a peaceful moonlit beach where, walking barefoot on the golden...
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The devil, we're told, in hell was chained, And a thousand years he there remained, And he never complained, nor did he groan, But determined to start a hell of his own Where he could torment the souls of men Without being chained to a prison pen....
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The toils are pitched, and the stakes are set, Ever sing merrily, merrily; The bows they bend, and the knives they whet, Hunters live so cheerily. It was a stag, a stag of ten, Bearing its branches sturdily; He came silently down the glen,...
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We did it kid, we got all the way here, So lets go on for a few more years. Let's yodel a song, When the sky's full of moon, Or maybe a tune when the clock chimes at noon. Let's pick a flower when they're in full bloom, And laugh and smile and...
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