Poem by Louisa May Alcott

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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. Don't Drive Me Away
3. My Kingdom
4. The Mother Moon
5. Welcome, Mighty Chief, Once More

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