By: Ardis E. Parshall - February 09, 2012 Quick Forgiveness By Rose Thomas Graham I threw a harsh word at a lad today –I caught him treading on my pansy bed.He looked up quickly, then he turned his head.And all at once blue skies, to him, were gray.He was quite tall but not too old to play.Then fast as fleeting clouds my anger fled.Oh, could I but recall the words Id’ saidAnd quench my heart of its untold dismay. We watched a bl...
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