Cantus


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Green

By languid pool, by chance I spied, / A greenish fellow wink his eye. / He winked his eye from on his log, / I chance that fellow is a frog.

Father Figure

The clues were all there if I’d only just thought,

Contemplating Angels

Whilst contemplating, / My friend suggested, / That in minds of angels, / Great thoughts rested. They sit all day, / Look down from high. / Where watching all beneath / Go by. From this idea my …

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