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Still the pine stands tall and true Soft whispers on the winds of time Sweet kisses left for love to find A tree with two hearts intertwined The woodman cried: 'Don't chop that pine'
Romantic walks on summer nights Roll closer when it's cold outside Marriage vows are worth the rice When both hearts work the plough and scythe
Speed the time of love's embrace The joy that greets a newborn face It's grandma now and grandpa too
And still the pine stands tall and true
© Joseph G Dawson Vote for this poem
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