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Jul 2014
The lord taketh and the lord taketh away,
is all I can say,
when I smell the baying buds of may,
he takes them away.

He lies in some dark cloud,
to float and some big sound
drowns my sorrows out,
and moves away the clouds.
Joseph Hart
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Joseph Hart  Virginia
(Virginia)   
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