#*How would you know
The words that stand in the corner row
What meaning they held
In their little fists
Until they were asked to show
One by one they follow each other
Make a chain, a festoon, hung low
For all to know and read
Dispersed as seeds
Their different beats
A melody sweet
Across the valley a rainbow greets*#
Mar 14, 2021
Mar 14, 2021 at 8:27 AM UTC
#*How would you know
The words that stand in the corner row
What meaning they held
In their little fists
Until they were asked to show
One by one they follow each other
Make a chain, a festoon, hung low
For all to know and read
Dispersed as seeds
Their different beats
A melody sweet
Across the valley a rainbow greets*#
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