Wheat swaying in a field
Where never a crop grew
Birds soaring in a sky
That never a bird knew.
Babes laughing in a house
That never a child heard
Youths speaking in a way
Which never was spoken a word.
by: Karen D. Joyce
7.25.82
Wheat swaying in a field
Where never a crop grew
Birds soaring in a sky
That never a bird knew.
Babes laughing in a house
That never a child heard
Youths speaking in a way
Which never was spoken a word.
by: Karen D. Joyce
7.25.82
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