Poem by Lesbia Harford

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Every night I hurry home to see
If a letter's there from you to me.
Every night I bow my head and say,
"There's no word at all from him today."

1. How funny it would be if dreamy I
2. O little year, cram full of duty
3. Closing Time: Public Library
4. A bunch of lilac and a storm of hail
5. Machinist Talking

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