Tymeri Hinkley: Poems

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Tymeri Hinkley 1d

Oh, how sweetly meadowlarks trill,
Come the eve, soft and still,
Bathed in golden, dying light,
Making way for starry night.

A poem about the loveliness of the evening.

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