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Poets 9 Corner

THE RAIN WAS ALWAYS A FRIEND OF MINE (Written for THE SUN) The firmament cried with insistent voice, “There are lights above the lights of the town.” I sighed, ‘‘Nay, starless the path of my choice; 1 will not look up. I love to look down.” But the rain teas always a friend of mine. Pouring cool peace from her crystal cup. She tossed me the stars in the puddles to shine, Since 1 loved to look down, and would not look up. MARGARET MACPHERSON. Kaitaia,

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Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 548, 28 December 1928, Page 12

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Poets9 Corner Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 548, 28 December 1928, Page 12

Poets9 Corner Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 548, 28 December 1928, Page 12