Poem by Lesbia Harford

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Child Sun
Why will you play Peep Bo
Now in, now out
The workroom window so?
True 'tis
That there are children here;
But they've no time
To play Peep Bo, my dear.

1. Summer Lightning
2. Do you remember still the little song
3. Machinist Talking
4. Pink eucalyptus flowers
5. Florence kneels down to say her prayers

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