Poem: Song

Song by John Cia­r­di The bells of Sun­day rang us down And flow­ers were blow­ing across the town Through faucets of the sun turned on. For Mary’s gig­gle and Martha’s glance The bankrolls flashed from pants to pants, The Cap­tain did a High­land dance.…

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