TIPTOE NIGHT
• * • Tiptoe night comes down the lane, All alone without a word; Taking for his own again, Every little flower and bird. Fol a footfall, not a sigh, Not a ripple of the air; Yet I know that he is there. And I count them as I wait, Step by tiptoe step until, Hush he's at the garden gate; Hush he’s at the window sill! —Sent by Alison Mills, aged 10, Mas ter ton.
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Dominion, Volume 26, Issue 302, 16 September 1933, Page 23
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75TIPTOE NIGHT Dominion, Volume 26, Issue 302, 16 September 1933, Page 23
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