Marry young and have your babies;
they’ll give you some sweet memories.
When they lay you under those trees,
that’s all you can take with…
A man once proved a prince to be,
but not through blood of royalty.
He was a noble man, you see;
he was to me, he was to me.
The cellar has a fisherman, or so the neighbors say.
He’s only here four weeks a year. He never comes to stay.
They send his letters to…
I often walk here just to clear my mind.
Who knows what secrets or sweet words I’ll find?
I often walk when I’m all alone
with these old…
I’m an American freelance journalist and writer. Originally from Massachusetts, I currently live north of Boston in Gloucester.
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