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A Silken String of Pearls
Snow had crowned the hillsides,
White and crystal clear,
Forests bright with bluer jade
Leaves on every branch
Of polished silver glistened.
In the glimmer of the dell
Along the gravel path there laid
A precious silken strand of pearls
In sun light’s paler shade
Paler still at beauty lying on the ground
Beryl McMullen
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