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A Scrawl
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I want to sing something–but this is all–
I try and I try, but the rhymes are dull
As though they were damp, and the echoes fall
Limp and unlovable.

Words will not say what I yearn to say–
They will not walk as I want them to,
But they stumble and fall in the path of the way
Of my telling my love for you.

Simply take what the scrawl is worth–
Knowing I love you as sun the sod
On the ripening side of the great round earth
That swings in the smile of God.