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Feb 2020
The fondness I feel 
for her with the sweet disposition
enlivened a slumber inside of me
her serene voice of velvet twee

It called her name 
It shouted mountain high
It whispered meadow low
it wandered in on shrill wind blow

Up, down my valley's it blew 
Through peaks and troughs it knew
It sighed , It groaned on a grassy dew 
My fondness found sweet dispositioned you



Martyn Grindrod
Martyn Grindrod
Written by
Martyn Grindrod  51/M/Darwen Lancashire UK
(51/M/Darwen Lancashire UK)   
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