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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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I have a few of this kind of a picture! Undies and boots...it's the cool thing to do.
ReplyDeleteI am so jealous you went to the coast! I love the Oregon coast. It is the same feel as where you went. My grandparents had a home on canon beach. Oh how I miss that place!
M - sorry I am so behind. I had a job this week and a birthday and all kinds of things. I'll catch up, honest I will. And I love the boots.
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