GAZING!
Gazing out my window,
I see,
the sun trying to hide
below the western hills
and the out stretched limbs
of the many hardwoods.
God gives our eyes,
to behold,
such sights are worth,
more than silver,
and more than gold.
I see,
the sun trying to hide
below the western hills
and the out stretched limbs
of the many hardwoods.
God gives our eyes,
to behold,
such sights are worth,
more than silver,
and more than gold.
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