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Mother, the Word timeless Hymnals devote Bore her Best Ribbon in Prayer and Gift With the Earth her Nature's Theatre denote Four Years Beyond; She would make her own Lift I speak of the Fruit all may come to Love, Branched with Four Maidens and a Knight do Sponsor And the King, whose Black Gold sprouts well-above, Branded Pride onto her; And gave her Honour Well that their Woolen Rope I can't compete Plus the Ring advised by the Prince of the North Still, a Grounded Vow I plan to complete For an Aunt called TRUST; And all that she's Worth. Grateful much, M'am, for your Good Decision Despite me Un-Known; The Owl you Rendition.
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 5:31 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE: LAURA WELSH COOK
Mother, the Word timeless Hymnals devote Bore her Best Ribbon in Prayer and Gift With the Earth her Nature's Theatre denote Four Years Beyond; She would make her own Lift I speak of the Fruit all may come to Love, Branched with Four Maidens and a Knight do Sponsor And the King, whose Black Gold sprouts well-above, Branded Pride onto her; And gave her Honour Well that their Woolen Rope I can't compete Plus the Ring advised by the Prince of the North Still, a Grounded Vow I plan to complete For an Aunt called TRUST; And all that she's Worth. Grateful much, M'am, for your Good Decision Despite me Un-Known; The Owl you Rendition.
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 5:31 AM UTC
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