January 1, 1909 Dear Friend Anna Wish you all a Happy New Year. How did you get home. Good by. Friend forever. Willie Bisek
Language of Flowers
The "grief" that clouds your days with sorrow stern
The harebell rings -- in sad and plaintive strain;
These lilies wish your happiness' return"
The wild rose tells of "pleasure after pain".
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