By: Ardis E. Parshall - May 21, 2015 To Any Wife By Rosannah Cannon As long as you are speaking, I have foundOur minds converge upon a common ground;The price of food, the way the ivy grows,Familiar topics any stranger knows. Then suddenly you cease to speak and lapseInto a shrouded silence, whence perhapsYou later come a little less enthralledThan you had been before the quiet called. A little less irrevocably mine,Though not by any out...
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