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Thursday, November 28, 2013
A thankful strain
“Our rural ancestors, with little blest, Patient of labor when the end was rest, Indulged the day that housed their annual grain, With feasts, and off'rings, and a thankful strain.”
1 comment:
Yummy, all over again
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