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The Village Groves

The village groves smells sweet from rose
Steadily rides the wind where it goes,
lapping along the distant land swirling and twirling
Clinging on strong, it attracts the flies to posed on it skirt,
New buds what grows sensor the bees humbug
To come pollinate and be there nurse Oh village grove beneath mountain and sloops,
With daffodils poles and lilies so pure, you catches the
Like of the humming birds flight, from the fragrance you gives
Let them pitch on limbs, and constantly remains in any
shower of rain, strong vines good grains you have your domain. The cool blowing wind what never being seeing,
What nature disguise let it lies, this land we love under
Lightening or flood, what sent from above to let mankind love,
In the darkness of night or the sun shines bright,
Will always remains for us to cared.

by Vincent Wright

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