Under our thatch, friend, place shall abide for you, touch but the latch, friend, the door will swing wide for you!
The Bookshop has a thousand books, All colors, hues, and tinges, And every cover is a door That turns on magic hinges. - Nancy Byrd Turner
The Bookshop has a thousand books, All colors, hues, and tinges, And every cover is a door That turns on magic hinges.
- Nancy Byrd Turner
Death is only an old door Set in a garden wall; On quiet hinges it gives, at dusk When the thrushes call. Along the lintel are green leaves, Beyond, … - Nancy Byrd Turner
Death is only an old door Set in a garden wall; On quiet hinges it gives, at dusk When the thrushes call. Along the lintel are green leaves, Beyond, …
Under our thatch, friend, place shall abide for you, touch but the latch, friend, the door will swing wide for you! - Nancy Byrd Turner
Death is only an old door/Set in a garden wall. - Nancy Byrd Turner
Death is only an old door/Set in a garden wall.
Easter's nearly here, now - Sing, world, sing! - Nancy Byrd Turner
Easter's nearly here, now - Sing, world, sing!
Oh, heart, let's never grow too old To smile anew, when Christmas comes, At tassels red and tinsel thread, And tarlatan bags f sugarplums. - Nancy Byrd Turner
Oh, heart, let's never grow too old To smile anew, when Christmas comes, At tassels red and tinsel thread, And tarlatan bags f sugarplums.
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