I
love the quiet river’s flow,
It’s soft and grassy brink;
I
love to go where flowers grow,
Where I can lie and think.
I
love the honest country folk,
Where truth is treasured high;
I
love to go among them so,
Where I can think and lie.
July
30, 97
Little
Joker for
Jan.
‘98
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