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| source There are veins in the hills where jewels hide, And gold lies buried deep; There are harbor-town where the great ships ride, And fame and fortune sleep; But land and see through we tireless rove, And follow each train to the end, Whatever the wealth of our treasure-trove, The best we shall find is a friend. --------------John J. Moment |
3 comments:
THAT is simply beautiful!
a very pretty card, and wonderful
poem.
Hope you are well?! We feel like we are living in Siberia, horrible.
Ebbie and I had fun on our trip, but the Lupus makes him very tired.
I am using some of my new stash making bunnies again.
Stay well.
Warm hugs,
Evi
So beautiful! And I like your blog header too. I'm happiest when I can stay home and not go anywhere. Although who would want to go anywhere in this weather we're having over here? What a winter!
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