Some Broken Twigs by Clara M. Beede
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To sweeten a cup of tea.
I felt so very silly When she brought it back to me. TO MY FRIENDS On Christmas day, let happy dreams Sparkle and flow like bubbling streams. A MAIDEN'S DREAM I often think and dream and ponder Of things that I have seen, And twist the real into a wonder When men and birds convene. If I could reach that star up yonder, My soul would lift and preen; If Summertime would always stay My yard would be more green. I see the airplane rise and soaring |
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