I Remember Gramma
Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report,...
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~author unknown * New-fallen snow reminds me Of when I was a lad, And when the well was getting low It used to worry Dad. But Grandma said, “Now don’t you fret, We’ll melt and strain the snow— It’s...
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