On his back old Rovers lying, — You would think him dead ;But he s neither dead, nor dying, Only watching Ted. Right about! says little Teddy; Make us all a bow;Then say good-night clear and steady. Rover barks, Bow-wow ! GEORGE BENNETT. … :^ e/uv SADIE. My darling cousin SadieIs a witching little lady, Whose years have numbered four.Her eyes are sapphire-blue,And sunshine shimmers through Her brown curls glossy store. SADIE. These long, brown curls, I said/ one day, Where did you get them, sweet one, say? — She mused awhile with…
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