The Day before April Mary Carolyn Davies The day before April Alone, alone, I walked in the woods And sat on a stone. I sat on a broad stone And sang to the birds. The tune was God's making But I made the words.
Folks, thanks for comments. These are all checked out before publishing. I can not publish spam, doing this negatively reflects upon 'how' my blog ranks and it also will make you look suspicious to those who own this software.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Folks, thanks for comments. These are all checked out before publishing. I can not publish spam, doing this negatively reflects upon 'how' my blog ranks and it also will make you look suspicious to those who own this software.