ink,And eyes of painted blue, so clear You certainly would thinkA bit of sky had tumbled down, And lighted up her face.She never had been known to frown, And always kept her place, WHAT BECAME OF THE DOLLS. Till one day a strangedolly came, —She had the blackesteyes, —And it was said, much toher…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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