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! Little do I caTe that the sea is lathered !'-^'--^Wf^' :i4oiteed-itp.^W'Mte^ and the 'xdSa- | drops falll Little do I care that th«e leaves are gathered ! In dead brown heaps by the garden wall! Little do I care that the Summer swallows Have gone on the grey winds far beyond recall; '.That the flowers Jiave fled; from, the little sandy hollows And the sky hangs low like a purple ■■■•" ' : pall-'. :' .■ ""■'.; '. .' " / ■"' ;• ■"' • ■■■'-.-■ ' !■ • - ' Here in my warm, heart. safe against. •■■'■ the weather ; AH the things I loved most are held in thrall; Blue days and gold days crowded close togetner— Little do I care, for I haye them all! -;: '■.'- ■■ v . : " ■■: Myra Morris. ■

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Hutt News, Volume 3, Issue 28, 4 December 1930, Page 3

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UNKNOWN Hutt News, Volume 3, Issue 28, 4 December 1930, Page 3

UNKNOWN Hutt News, Volume 3, Issue 28, 4 December 1930, Page 3