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Rest beside the weary road

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I heard a bird sing in the dark of December.  A magical thing, and sweet to remember.

We are nearer to spring than we were in September.  I heard a bird sing in the dark of December.  (Oliver Herford)

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Posted on December 7, 2018December 7, 2018Author admin

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