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Ode for a Sad Little Dove

The sore land of the valley has stolen the colour from the soaring dove. And I found it in a little child’s flower bed, Growing amidst...

When I Sit by My Window and Look Outside

When I sit by my window and look outside I see the forest which is so wide With lots of trees and their shady side Where the...

Dreams

You will find it difficult at times Even to read the shortest of rhymes But don’t give up And make it happen You can do it You will do...

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