WINTER MAGIC
Was it the broom Do you suppose? 'Twas a brand new broom With a handle of rose And bristles that whispered As I crept \ ■■ Along the path That had to be swept. ~ Perhaps it Was The time of year When magical things Do happen here. Belieoe it or not, On a heap of mould . ' I saw a gnome With a girdle of gold. He laughed and kicked -r Up his scarlet toes At my brand new broom With its handle of rose; "You may sweep" he mocked, "Till twice times ten. When you go I shall Shake down the leaves again I" —Phyllis Fitzgerald.
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXV, Issue 23109, 6 August 1938, Page 8 (Supplement)
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106WINTER MAGIC New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXV, Issue 23109, 6 August 1938, Page 8 (Supplement)
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