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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4582 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Reverie Kay Vibbert Oh pipes, the chords fair songs of truth, of innocence from fading youth. The daylight curtain opening the snowy boughs, released to spring. I weep to see the spring in dress, the buds of everlastingness. A silken lily ‘neath the moon the joy of morning glory June. It pales to Lamb of Eastertide preparing now, the Church, His bride. For now, I write in reverie awaiting springtime canopy. |
