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
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 1:04 PM UTC
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
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