Rose Blossoms In The Wind
Stop, and Smell the Roses...
Saturday, August 20, 2016
When We Hear Old Beloved Carols
When we hear old, beloved carols
And crystal stars wink from the tree,
We read each card and old friends smile
From the corners of our memory.
~ Helen Darby Berning
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