When I Was YoungA Poem by f. ann Down in the country. Long Ago
When I was young I remember where Grandma Gwen's tapestry hung Blowin' in that country wind & Whipping as it rung I'll never forget that tattered tapestry Pinned up to dry in the summer Sun © 2014 f. ann |
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Added on February 13, 2014 Last Updated on February 13, 2014 |
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