By: Ardis E. Parshall - November 16, 2017 Patterns By Catherine E. Berry The pattern of the days is broken now,No longer must the clock be setTo rise at any certain time – the boughIs stripped of leaves and fruit – and yetThough all are gone, the habit is so deepWhen morning sunshine floods the skyI can no longer lose myself in sleep,Nor break the pattern, though I try. Oh, those were busy days and busy years,When footsteps ran acros...
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