A FAINT SHADOW
Sunday, April 6, 2008
There is a Garden in Her Face
There is a garden in her face,
Where roses and white lilies grow;
A heav'nly paradise is that place,
Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow.
--Thomas Campion
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Anonymous said...
i am humbled to be her mama. love the poem.
April 6, 2008 at 9:12 PM
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i am humbled to be her mama. love the poem.
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