VERSES MADE BY US
"SOMETHING." (Original.) There's something in my pocket, I'm sure you'll never guess What is in the pocket Of my grand new dress. Someone says an. apple, Someone says a ball, But besides one great big hole There's nothing there at all 1 v "MacARONI." (10) Berhampore.
"SUMMER." .-.".... .■.-.; • (Original.). The bluebell fairies are ringing their bells. For its holiday-time for the fairies, and elves; In their cobweb'hammocks some are swinging, While others a/c, .dancing: and: playing and singing. "■■' '• •■ ' V ■: Their laughter fills tho.merry hours As they play hide-and-seek amidst the flowers; Curls are untidy—what do they care? Summer is coming, summer Is here I Then silence broken by cheer after cheer, "Summer is comings——Summer is horel" Out of her butterfly coach'steps the Queen, Tho falryest fairy, tha^t ever was seen. She Is brought,to her.throne. In tho heart of a rose, Then the bright day of summer Is come to a close. "SUNSET" (11). Cartetton. \
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Evening Post, Volume CXIII, Issue 31, 6 February 1932, Page 16
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157VERSES MADE BY US Evening Post, Volume CXIII, Issue 31, 6 February 1932, Page 16
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