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Jan 6
The sky knows no bounds for the heavenly lark
The grass never wilts when you walk through the park
But joy has no place
Until sorrow you taste
For you can’t see the light till you’ve stood in the dark
King of Limericks
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King of Limericks  M/Remote
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