Poem by Lesbia Harford

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Emmie, Emmie Adams,
With her insolent air,
Tied a little bit of rag
In her yellow hair.
When Lena, wondering,
Asked why it was there,
Emmie said she didn't know
And she didn't care.
I think Emmie Adams,
Though you are so fair,
That must be the devil's horn
In your yellow hair.

1. I can't feel the sunshine
2. You, whom the grave cannot bind
3. Do you remember still the little song
4. A lady and I were walking
5. Closing Time: Public Library

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