Friday, July 16, 2010

Annie from R. F. Benesh

Dear Cousin Anna  I have to drop you a card to let you know that we are toing to the dance. Lake Mary town Hall.  So you come to.  And if you are going then stop over here and tell Johnny and uncle to come   Your cousin R. F. Benesh

Here are red roses, gathered at thy cheeks,
The white were all too happy to look white;
For love, the rose, for faith, the lily speaks;
It withers in false hands, but here it is bright!

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