e a living babys eyes, With a questioning surprise,Till it seems as if Dolly had a soul. She is older than her mother-Funny, isnt it, and queer?But she never disobeys me, though t is so,Nor pouts when I reprove her, Nor squeezes out a tearWith her knuckles, like some little girls you know. Oh, my…
Children's poetry
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