Any attempt to tell you what this poem does to me would fall as short of the desired mark as our feeble human attempts at music fail to reach the indescribable beauty which you so deftly call to memory here.
I read this and cried. I read it to Daddy, and we both cried. He asked for a printed copy, which I gave him. I saved it, too.
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I read this and cried. I read it to Daddy, and we both cried. He asked for a printed copy, which I gave him. I saved it, too.
Thank you, Luke.
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I re-read this poem every now and then, and it often brings a tear to my eye. You've really captured something.
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