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Post by lagoonagreen on Apr 6, 2008 22:17:58 GMT -5
The Garden April 30, 1976
She sat among the flowers
upon a high old hill
She was there for hours
The purple sky was still
The sun kissed her face so fair
Warm winds blew through her hair
Every now and then a tear would fall
And land upon the garden wall
In her hand she held a note
He was gone. That's all he wrote
Slowly she rose from the ground
And started walking back to town
Now the hill is so much older
The flowers are gone from the hill
The wind now seems so much colder
And the purple sky is still.
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Lila May Guptill (AKA) Lunaria
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