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[title] => During our year
[time] => 2004-04-25 14:28:31
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[bodytext] => To swim in a brook nearby, Or dance in a new spring field, And see the sights that i like most, Like sheep with lambs to yield A little thrush brings forth his mate, To nest in the new green leaves, A ladybird looks up at the sky, While busy the spider weaves Above, the sun is like a ball, With a never ending ray, The moon will soon be seen again, To yield yet another day In the tree a mothers web, And in her web her wean, A smaller, new, green blade of grass, Doth on his mother lean The small crystal drops of dew, Do very slightly cower, At the owl with his ever gleaming eyes, In his dark eternal tower And from the chesnut tree a burr, has fallen to the ground, And the cuckoo with his beak out wide, Makes a pretty melodian sound. But when the sun dies down, And night begins to fall, The moon on high is spied, And the owl gives his farewell call. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Amanda-Ruth [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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