Anna’s Gift
There was a poor man from Montana Who married the neighbor girl, Anna. He loved his own wife More than his own life So, bought her a brand new bandana.
ANNA’S GIFT
A GIFT
A Gift
While walking in beautiful weather, I found a magnificent feather. Its colors were brilliant, Its fibers resilient - A gift for my dear daughter, Heather.
SOULS
Souls
A rested soul is quiet. A wasted soul is dead. Some say a soul's a burden. I say a Gift instead.
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