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We rest, then wander on again. and hand in hand we pause to view, the heights where treetops meet the view. Where laughter as we’re homeward bound, makes all our earthly cares abscound. Excerpt from Summer Tryst, a poem by Margaret Maki |
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We rest, then wander on again. and hand in hand we pause to view, the heights where treetops meet the view. Where laughter as we’re homeward bound, makes all our earthly cares abscound. Excerpt from Summer Tryst, a poem by Margaret Maki |