"I have forgotten much, but
still remember the poinsettia's red, blood-red in warm December."
Claude McKay |
"Angels echo through our
poinsettia lane, a close ear might hear a tune, and sweet messages that
they bring about our King!"
Carol Dee Meeks |
"Angels echo through our
poinsettia lane, a close ear might hear a tune, and sweet messages that
they bring about our King!"
Carol Dee Meeks |
"Angels echo through our
poinsettia lane, a close ear might hear a tune, and sweet messages that
they bring about our King!"
Carol Dee Meeks |
"Angels echo through our
poinsettia lane, a close ear might hear a tune, and sweet messages that
they bring about our King!"
Carol Dee Meeks |
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"Angels echo through our
poinsettia lane, a close ear might hear a tune, and sweet messages that
they bring about our King!"
Carol Dee Meeks |
"Angels echo through our
poinsettia lane, a close ear might hear a tune, and sweet messages that
they bring about our King!"
Carol Dee Meeks |
"I have forgotten much, but
still remember the poinsettia's red, blood-red in warm December."
Claude McKay |
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