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Thu, 04 Nov 2010
At last, a new addition to Seligor's Castle. 1st November, be careful on Bonfire Night..

 Magic Words And Magic Moments
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Sarah Roberts Boyle [1812-1869]

orange hat

Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;

By the dusty roadside,
On the sunny hillside,
Close by the noisy brook,

In every shady nook,
I come creeping, creeping everywhere.

climbing the ladderHere I come creeping, smiling everywhere;
All round the open door,
Where here sit the aged poor;
Here where the children play,
In the bright and merry May,
I come creeping, creeping everywhere.

Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;Ponies
In the noisy city street
My pleasant face you'll meet,
Cheering the sick at heart
Toiling his busy part, -
Silently creeping, creeping everywhere.

baby with ringsHere I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
You cannot see me coming,
Nor hear my low sweet humming;
For in the starry night,
And the glad morning light,
I come quietly creeping everywhere.

Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;Playing on the swing, time to go home soon.
More welcome than the flowers
In summer's pleasant hours;
The gentle cow is glad,
And the merry bird not sad,
To see me creeping, creeping everywhere.

Playing with the dogHere I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
When you're numbered with the dead
In your still and narrow bed,
In the happy spring I'll come
And deck your silent home, -
Creeping, silently creeping everywhere.

Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;little
girl picking flowers
My humble song of praise
Most joyfully I raise
To Him at whose command
I beautify the land,
Creeping, silently creeping everywhere.

the Explorer loves playing on the grass

Posted 11:23

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