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15211	Beede, Clara Frances McKee	Some Broken Twigs			.txt	text/plain	2868	303	99	know as I do her love of nature and things beautiful. They meet life's challenge with true heart and hand. And my rose bush there curves its brown thorned twigs. The sun will shine when you come home to me, Dark night is day and only mild winds blow. Remember Spring, how roses bloom and flamed! Conducting us home like naught ever dreamed; That every man could find his way like day, The glory shine like bloom with leaf and thorn. We sing of Oklahoma land.--All hail! Where black gold gleams and roses bloom in spring. We thank our God for this glad Christmas day, They smiled at me the whole day long with brilliant faces For if the rain should come, good seed would surely die. On Christmas day, let happy dreams Sparkle and flow like bubbling streams. On New Year's day --Like men who face their care--	./cache/15211.txt	./txt/15211.txt