This is a cool day. Thare was some of the folks to Church to day. I am still up and around to day. Yet. But I feel very miserable. I went to bed this afternoon. I cannot tell much what is going on to day.
‘Tis home where e’re the heart is
So the poet tells us true
And our native hills
Our own loved homes,
Our memories oft review
Brushland Del. Co N.Y.
This is a dreary day for me. O Dear Oh.
Way down upon the old plantation far away.
‘Tis home where e’re the heart is
So the poet tells us true
And our native hills
Our own loved homes,
Our memories oft review
Brushland Del. Co N.Y.
This is a dreary day for me. O Dear Oh.
Way down upon the old plantation far away.
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