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While life is at the springtime, I shall garner many things~ The song that in the morning A joyous redbird sings; The perfume of the lilacs That the sighing south wind brings; The softly silken shimmer Of a field of young green corn; The web a spider stretches All dew-wet upon the thorn; Long, slanting, lacy shadows And the grass which they adorn. Edith Tatum |
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Where friends meet to share their gardens.