A Scrawl
I want to sing something - but this is all - I try and I try, but the rhymes are dull As though they were damp, and the echoes fall Limp and unlovable. Words will not say what I yearn to say - They will not walk as I want them to, But they stumble and fall in the path of the way Of my telling my love for you. Simply take what the scrawl is worth - Knowing I love you as sun the sod On the ripening side of the great round earth That swings in the smile of God.
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