The little god, child verse for grown-ups . s like a flowerThats most gone to seed,Ready to bloom again— Almost, not wears silken gowns,Swishy ones that shineSomething like a fairy—Something, not something like a roseThat the leaves fell off,Mostly gone to Heaven— Mostly, not she talks «with angelsIn her dreams at night,Cause in the morning her eyes are shining bright. THE THORN TREE Oh, dear! Ive had troubleWith the thorn think he must be someRelation to the bee,Cause hes got a sting that stuck , dear! and my stockings got a hole—Most the whole o

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The little god, child verse for grown-ups . s like a flowerThats most gone to seed,Ready to bloom again— Almost, not wears silken gowns,Swishy ones that shineSomething like a fairy—Something, not something like a roseThat the leaves fell off,Mostly gone to Heaven— Mostly, not she talks «with angelsIn her dreams at night,Cause in the morning her eyes are shining bright. THE THORN TREE Oh, dear! Ive had troubleWith the thorn think he must be someRelation to the bee,Cause hes got a sting that stuck , dear! and my stockings got a hole—Most the whole of its a , ha,—now Mothers be so gladBecause I didnt get scratched bad. STRANGE FACES I dont know those flowers:They have strange climbed up to look over the dont know who they are at they know some flowers insideAnd want to come over and not going to ask them in to stayEven if they are relations:Mother doesnt always askMy cousins in to play,Often she says, Some other

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