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Sunday, June 13, 2021
The Cowslips On The Meadow Lea
The cowslips on the meadow lea,
How have I run for them!
I looked with wild and childish glee
Upon each golden gem:
And when they bowed their heads so shy
I laughed, and thought they danced for joy.
~ John Clare
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