Could Be White Cliffs
Could Be White Cliffs
Over certain city my moon had been over,
And could see shining on a field of clover;
Were enchanted;
More we planted;
Down below were the white cliffs of Dover.
Jim Horn
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2017
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