One Word
Raymond Garfield Dandridge
If I had mighty wings to fly,
I d soar aloft in youder sky,
And paint with fire, to never die,
One word—Mother!
Then far out on the desert waste,
In glist’ning sands again I’d trace,
So deep that naught could e’er erase,
One word—Mother!
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