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THE OPOSSUM

A pretty, fluffy, f#ey thing Darted up the trees, Which were swaying gently In the growing breeze. Its tail was thin, but fluffy, And like a curly jay; Its eyes were wide and starry As if it was at bay. It looked as if it feared us When we made a sound, And darted higher upwards Instead of coming down. We lingered long to watch it, But it would not move It just sat like a statue And showed it disapproved. —3 mai-ks to Cousin Ella Burgess (13), Dipton R.D.

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Southland Times, Issue 23740, 11 February 1939, Page 6 (Supplement)

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THE OPOSSUM Southland Times, Issue 23740, 11 February 1939, Page 6 (Supplement)

THE OPOSSUM Southland Times, Issue 23740, 11 February 1939, Page 6 (Supplement)