This is a fair kind of a day. Thare was some sap boilt to day. I was doing the chores to day. Thare was a cow comein to day.
Poetry
Thare each heart
Will rest contented.
Seldom wishing
Far to roam.
Or, if roaming,
Still will cherish
Memories of
That pleasant home.
Such a home
Makes man the better
Pure and
Lasting its control;
(poem appears to continue in the next day’s entry)
Poetry
Thare each heart
Will rest contented.
Seldom wishing
Far to roam.
Or, if roaming,
Still will cherish
Memories of
That pleasant home.
Such a home
Makes man the better
Pure and
Lasting its control;
(poem appears to continue in the next day’s entry)
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