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Daily Archives: February 25, 2003
A Tavern in Spring
Where have the dancing ladies gone, those fair and merry maids, that once so sweetly filled the air? Too soon, their laughter fades. (It must be spring that bids them go and seek for other haunts; once winter’s grip has … Continue reading
The Road to Find Out
On the road to find out, did you stop to lose your way and play upon your fiddle for the breaking of the day In the midst of the confusion, stepping back from the melee? Was a merry song upon … Continue reading
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The First Time
I can clearly remember the first time: there it was, in the back of the closet, the case a little dusty. Not too sure exactly what it was, I carefully lifted it free of the stored winter clothes (breathing in … Continue reading