Now The Cardinal

Now a cardinal sings up high on branches, and brough, of it's
mercies, singing of their harvest. In cold, or whether it's hot, a hymn
of special choice, a songbird by choice, to cheer your hearts by the
grosses.

by Dennis L. Maxberry

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