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walk to church
 
was the Sabbath, the day we went to church together
we could hear the deep reverberating chime,as we walked
the bustle of a summer bazaar resonated with pure pleasure

we passed children, still in there night gowns
rein-acting dance of the white bird musical
amongst the rabble of the neighborhood sounds

Mrs Applebee was outside showing her new carved ceder chest
to neighbor Mrs. crabapple, who was tending her flowers
her gardens breast like a pendent,won neighbors best

we could now see the flaxen beams stream in the distance
sun rise service was always so beautiful, with the morning walk
which solemnizes me, with no words to express but just listen

phrases 12x12
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deep reverberating
the bustle of a summer bazaar
dance of the white birds
her gardens breast like a pendant
amongst the rabble
carved ceder chest
flaxen beams stream






By girlsisy

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