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Oct 2011
The illuminated meadows,
Streaked with rays of gold,
Under the sun's glory
A picture painted bold.

Different hues of colour
Handled with tender care,
And the brightest stars pleasure
Is to watch the vista there.

Sunlight keen upon a jovial face,
Drawn with beautiful stroke.
Gay in this place to be;
This is where I lay my hopes.
Written by
Marie Helle Frasier
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     ---, Timothy and Marian
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