Item 04: Frank H. Molony diary, 29 September -1 December 1917 - Page 149
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[Page 149]
Cinquains
Bulletin, R.P.
Sept. 13, 1917
Beware!
The still night air
Echoes the littlest sound:
And softly 'long the line is breathed
"Don't sneeze!"
C.V. Jervis
"Somewhere"
In that long lane
Of crosses crude he lies:
And sleeping here at my full breast
His son.
Frida E. Hamilton
It comes.
High in the air
We hear the warning note;
Then bolt like hell and wait the crash
A dud!
Block 10.
Caprice!
How durst thou come
In loves disguise and touch
a heart that waits for love - & then
Depart?
E.H. Wills
Sweet word,
Softly spoken, sad.
How oft has love grown cold,
Rekindled at the whisper of
"Good-bye!"
Ray R. Rede
When I
Was young I held
The blue Bird in my hands.
As I grew old he crept into
My Heart.
Allan Denny
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