HONEYSUCKLE HOME
We may never see
Paris cafes
Or the aqueducts
Of Rome
Castles of old
England merry
Or green Irish
Peat moss loam.
We may never sit
On beaches white
As sea waves
Froth and foam
But always we’ll have
Sweet scents of Spring
In our honeysuckle
Trellised home.
We may never see
Paris cafes
Or the aqueducts
Of Rome
Castles of old
England merry
Or green Irish
Peat moss loam.
We may never sit
On beaches white
As sea waves
Froth and foam
But always we’ll have
Sweet scents of Spring
In our honeysuckle
Trellised home.
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