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Room For One More
the church bell tolls
empty the hearse
I can't forget her final curse
sods fill the grave
I hear her words
in the elms shriek angry birds
they've all gone now
it starts to snow
her spirit just wont let me go
I rarely sleep
my life is tough
they didn't bury her deep enough
ten years go by
her plot's run wild
today's the funeral of our ch...
Monday 6th September 2021 10:54 am
A Bell and a Boy
There's a big iron bell on the roof of the barn
that is used to call men from wherever they are:
from the fields, from mending the fences
from tending the cows in distant pastures.
There's a boy who likes adventure,
to find interesting places and things.
He likes to explore different places alone,
to go wherever he will near home.
Call him home from the forest, farm bell.
Call him bac...
Wednesday 10th June 2020 5:30 pm
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