Thursday, August 07, 2008
The Blimp
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The birds have come! They sing, they sing!
On greening boughs that sway and swing,
And over meadows winging,
Where late the winter's snow has lain,
Clear washed by April's warming rain;
And verdure fresh is springing!
Catherine J. Miller (Aunt Kate)
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Come down here, Miriam. We have quite a few blimps go over. Most of them are the Goodyear Blimp.
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