A poem by J.F. Conant

He who loves an old house never loves in vain. How can an old house used to sun and rain, to lilac and to larkspur and an elm above-ever fail to answer the heart that gives it love?

Monday, October 31, 2011

Happy Halloween ya'll!


Sad, really, but I could see this being true! LOL
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1 comment:

Granny Annie said...

That is so funny and so true! LOL Hope you have a fun Halloween.

November 1, 2011 at 6:16 AM

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