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Oct 2024
i was sitting in the meadow underneath a tree
a meadowΒ Β lark was singing his silver song to me
singing loud and clear his silver melody
everynote in tune every note in key

my heart began to melt when he began to croon
took my breath away when he sang his lovely tune
i wont forget the day  i sat beneath the tree
or the meadow lark  that sang his song to me
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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   Jeremy Betts
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