❤️Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ❤️‎Տթɾìղƙℓєs, if Due❤️Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ❤️

❤️The Song Of The Gorse Fairy❤️

“When gorse is out of blossom,”
❤️(Its prickles bare of gold)
“Then kissing’s out of fashion,”
❤️Said country-folk of old.
Now Gorse is in its glory
❤️In May when skies are blue,
But when its time is over,
❤️Whatever shall we do?

O dreary would the world be,
❤️With everyone grown cold—
Forlorn as prickly bushes
❤️Without their fairy gold!
But this will never happen:
❤️At every time of year
You’ll find one bit of blossom—
❤️A kiss from someone dear!

❤️Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Cicely M BarkerƸ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ❤️

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❤️Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ❤️Ʈђaηƙ ყღʊ❤️Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ❤️

Ty for the wee mice x

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Delicious

X

Good afternoon Joyce xx

Sprinkles

   
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