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For Peter. Tumble did the golden coin over her little fingers, As she looked slyly up toward the grocer at his figures. 'What cheer, my...

There was a man hight Matthew Shears who slayed monsters by trade, Whose sword was wrought of brightest steel and bow of strong yew made....

I didn't write this poem for April. The deepest, darkest lavender That I have ever seen Grows in the flower garden of The Purple Blossom...