The Big Grey House On The Corner
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?
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Just sayin'....
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