A summer that my soul will not forget
Sweet garden grown in love and tender care
Unseen by eyes of man till mine were let
Oh! What a wondrous privilege to bear!
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Second Thoughts
PoetryCollection of random poems I think of from time to time. Thought it might be better to collect them into one, rather than having lots of separate files. No particular theme, and the poems may or may not be completed.
