WEE THING.
Two eyes of blue — Such a wonderful hue! Sparkling bright with the light From the skies they fell through. Tip-tilted nose— A ridiculous pose! And a mouth looking just Like a half-opened rose. Curls of spun gold— Too elusive to hold! Hiding treasures that none But an angel could mould. Fingers that cling— Can you hear my heart sing? 'Tis o’erflowing with love For this precious wee thing.
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Dominion, Volume 23, Issue 51, 23 November 1929, Page 28
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70WEE THING. Dominion, Volume 23, Issue 51, 23 November 1929, Page 28
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