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*Speak , preach , sing o'er the valley O' tabitha hardwoods With stately pines reaching for the heavens , Cast thy likeness across the placid waters , beside - wire-grass boulevards , along the morning ploughland , 'neath red maple carpets , sycamore narrow and Appalachian hillside* ...
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Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 4:10 PM UTC
The Morning Song ...
*Speak , preach , sing o'er the valley O' tabitha hardwoods With stately pines reaching for the heavens , Cast thy likeness across the placid waters , beside - wire-grass boulevards , along the morning ploughland , 'neath red maple carpets , sycamore narrow and Appalachian hillside* ...
Copyright October 24 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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