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. How funny it would be if dreamy I
2. A bunch of lilac and a storm of hail
3. Emmie, Emmie Adams
4. The Folk I Love
5. Closing Time: Public Library

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