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Poems
Apr 6, 2008 | 3:17 PM PST
Tags: poems , fragrant , thyme

For Spring:

Shakespeare:

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows
Quite overcanopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.

 

Friendship's Garden (author unknown to me)
In friendship's fragrant garden,
There are flowers of every hue.
Each with its own fair beauty
And its gift of joy for you.

More to Come Later