Swallow, my sister, O singing swallow,
I know not how thou hast heart to sing.
Hast thou the heart? is it all past over?
Thy lord the summer is good to follow,
And fair the feet of thy lover the spring:
But what wilt thou say to the spring thy lover?
Alison Croggon wrote:
>On 5/3/05 10:54 AM, "Liz Kirby" <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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>>I dont think I count as a swallow - must be a wise old man?
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>Hi Liz
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>You can be whichever you like - why not a swallow? Or are you cultivating
>mutton chop whiskers?
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>Best
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>Alison Croggon
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