imson hollyhocks;The roses blossom, pink and white,With clematis and pansies bright; But yon, my four-oclocks, Have only just begun to peep With drowsy eyelids from your sleep. I knock upon your purple door ;The yellow bees, with noisy hum,And buzzing flies, about you come; The clocks are striking…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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