Louisa May Alcott (Луиза Мэй Олкотт)

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"Dear Grif,
Here is a whiff
Of beautiful spring flowers;
The big red rose
Is for your nose,
As toward the sky it towers.


"Oh, do not frown
Upon this crown
Of green pinks and blue geranium
But think of me
When this you see,
And put it on your cranium."

1. Beds to the Front of Them
2. Our Little Ghost
3. He That Is Down Need Fear No Fall
4. For Myself Alone, I Would Not Be
5. Welcome, Mighty Chief, Once More

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