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Victorian Roots

Across the yard, straight to the fence stood a row of majestic trees, fresh cut grass, layered below cradled these majesties. Each tree held the colors of purples and blues, A mystery of course were the different hues. Yet the fragrance would waft through the trees by day, and the shadows would fall by the night's moon-rays. ~~~~~~~ With the morning dew she entered the house, many bouquets in her hands. She placed them in glasses and vessels, of course, upon every table and nightstand. Victorian homes are for little girls a playground with many rooms. Filled with crannies and nooks and the smell of old books, and lilacs for both .... of their hands.

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Date: 1/22/2022 7:23:00 AM
Kelly what an absolutely beautiful poem! It made me feel good inside! Debx
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Kelly Besaw Gallo
Date: 1/22/2022 8:30:00 AM
Thank you Deb. I grew-up in a 1800s Victorian house and there were lilacs in the backyard. It was a magical place and I have many fond memories there.

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