A Pilgrim’s Heart
By Tanis Helliwell “Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote And small fowles maken melodye That…
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By Tanis Helliwell “Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote And small fowles maken melodye That…