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THANK GOD FOR BREEZE Gwen Keene, Mickleover
OH blow ye gentle breezes blow, Blow gently on my fevered head, Kiss my eyelids gently closed, And cool my skin which is so red, Blow the still waters into life, Awake the trees from slumbering, Listening to the murmur of the trees, We thank God there's such a thing as breeze.See the full content of this document
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Readers' Poems
WAITING FOR THE GASMAN Joe Coleman, Chaddesden.
I'M sitting by my phone waiting, Getting res...See the full content of this document
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