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"THE LITTLE OLD LADY." When I go on Sundays To a private Sunday school, Wo soo along a rough road A funny little poo]. Along that road a lady lives, A smile upon her face; A lovely garden she has made In her little place. '■■ "TUMBLE-TOES" (S). Kelburn. .."THE SfOON." The silver moon rides' up on high, And through the clouds he races by, And when he sees tho daylight peep, He goes away and has a sleep. "MISS BELINDA' 3 (B).' Bongo tai. . ' •' . • • "THE FAIRY KING-." When we went running up the hill— Margery, Meg, and me— On top we found a Fairy Ring, As round as round could be. "Now, if we step inside," Meg said, "And mutter, One, two three'! 'Perhaps we'll see our Fairiel, Who'll ask us all to tea!" "KING OF THE SNOWS" (12) City. '■ ' v '' • • • "LAST NIGHT." Last night a little moonbeam Crept into my room ' And brushed away the darkness With a littlo silvery broom; Then faster than a lizard, Or a bird in flight, It stole away, far away, info The grey, dark night Sent in by - "AVIS." (.1.2) NewtoTvn.
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Evening Post, Volume CX, Issue 71, 20 September 1930, Page 20
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191Our Own Verse-Maker. Evening Post, Volume CX, Issue 71, 20 September 1930, Page 20
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