Author: Mack A. Damia
Date: Apr 19, 2008 10:16
...her to sleep; And there she is lying, and no one knows; And the summer shines and the winter snows; For many a day the flowers have spread A pall of petals over her head; And the little gray ... hangs aloft in the air, And the sly coyote trots here and there, And the black snake glides and glitters and slides Into a rift in a cottonwood tree; And the buzzard sails on, And comes and is gone,...
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