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Buried in the Sunlight
This poem is for all those who find this life a trial. Keep on keeping on, as someone once remarked.
Buried in the Sunlight
Eleanor played the pipes as a piper should,
flying light with grace and flair and swing,
with airs like a wind band in the deep greenwood:
dancing her careless heart towards an Appalachian spring.
All who knew her, all for whom her life seemed bles...
Monday 5th February 2018 12:52 pm
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