LOST.
When the boy knocked at our door, looking in, We remember now that we spoke to him timidly, Kept him waiting in the porch. While we busied ourselves within over a fitting reception. When we called him, We found the porch empty. HoD-vines and ivy trembled there, A frame lacking its picture. Nor can any tell us Whether he ran along the road or the field-path. —lris Barry.
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Hawera Star, Volume XLVIII, 4 April 1925, Page 10
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69LOST. Hawera Star, Volume XLVIII, 4 April 1925, Page 10
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