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Children's voices in the orchard
Between the blossom- and the fruit-time:
Golden head, crimson head,
Between the green tip and the root.
Black wing, brown wing, hover over;
Twenty years and the spring is over;
To-day grieves, to-morrow grieves,
Cover me over, light-in-leaves;
Golden head, black wing,
Cling, swing,
Spring, sing,
Swing up into the apple-tree.
--T.S. Eliot
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Looks like your new home and neighborhood are great! Congrats to Sam on his graduation.
ReplyDeleteWhat the heck! Do you guys live in the garden of Eden or something? Your neighborhood looks like something out of a movie...kind of like my neighborhood. Your movie: Perfectville
ReplyDeleteMy movie: the Outsiders, West Side Story, or My Drunken Neighbor Crashed Into My Fence With His Hot Rod Again
I think I heard of a restaurant one time called "The Garden of Eatin'" I wish we lived there.
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