:^ 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… … She came to-day to make a call,And bore a wee red parasol, To shade her sparkling eyes. Ah, madam, walk right in, I said;My mother waits in room oerhead She looked up, laughing, in surprise: I isnt no bid truly lady,Ize des your ittle, precious Sadie. Ill pi
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