Precious memories
Fill one with profound yearning
So sweet, so cruel
When I speak of them
I am lost for words and weep
They are my children!
I assessed the tree
Pruning offending branches
As if a court judge
Black flies aplenty
Surgeons of the Margaree
Salmon were running
When in the Rockies
I thought I heard kettle drums
Sounding like thunder
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