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. White Sunshine
2. Suburban Dames
3. How funny it would be if dreamy I
4. Fatherless
5. You, whom the grave cannot bind

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