From oval frames
Johnclarestokes
Freed at last from the oval frame
From Crumpler the studious girl came
Sitting in the parlor quietly she read
Then far into the night upon her bed
Coal fields outside frozen in purest snow
To thaw into springs of darkest flow
Lost in a novel by Edgar Rice Burroughs
My every thought upon the girl so wonderful
In the leaves falling from the holler hills
In the summers first cooling chill
The studious girl forever reading quietly
To my children’s children far into the night gently.
Meme’s Roll call up yonder eight years ago today at 1:11.
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