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Description
When late the spirits flow,
The memories of small town life grows,
On winds that whistle through the dells,
We hear the ringing of neighborhood bells,
Alas when memories come to call,
Too swift we are to be bound by histories thrall.
Additional information
| Author | Collected by the members of the Gates Historical Society |
|---|---|
| Publisher | The Gates Historical Society |
| Year Published | 2011 |
| Pages | 152 pages |
