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Journey
Husband
‘I am going on a journey to
buy us a few nice things’
Wife
‘Please do not pluck too many
Wild flowers as you go’
Husband makes up a poem
And hums it to himself.
‘The Sun doth shine upon the moor
Blue will cover the skies
There will be bitter cold no more
Little flowers will rise’
‘I am going on a journey to
buy us a few nice things’
Wife
‘Please do not pluck too many
Wild flowers as you go’
Husband makes up a poem
And hums it to himself.
‘The Sun doth shine upon the moor
Blue will cover the skies
There will be bitter cold no more
Little flowers will rise’
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