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The swing moves and the bubbles fly upwards with bright ever-changing colours, the last hovers on the edge of the pipe, and moves with the wind. The swing is still in motion, and a little black dog, almost as light as the soap bubbles, rises on his hind feet and tries to get into the swing also, away goes the swing, the dog falls, is out of temper, and barks, he is laughed at, and the bubbles burst. A swinging board, a frothy, fleeting image is my song. What you describe may be all very pretty, but you speak so mournfully, and there is nothing about Kay.

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Waikato Times, Volume 125, Issue 20923, 30 September 1939, Page 21 (Supplement)

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The swing moves and the bubbles fly upwards with bright ever-changing colours, the last hovers on the edge of the pipe, and moves with the wind. The swing is still in motion, and a little black dog, almost as light as the soap bubbles, rises on his hind feet and tries to get into the swing also, away goes the swing, the dog falls, is out of temper, and barks, he is laughed at, and the bubbles burst. A swinging board, a frothy, fleeting image is my song. What you describe may be all very pretty, but you speak so mournfully, and there is nothing about Kay. Waikato Times, Volume 125, Issue 20923, 30 September 1939, Page 21 (Supplement)

The swing moves and the bubbles fly upwards with bright ever-changing colours, the last hovers on the edge of the pipe, and moves with the wind. The swing is still in motion, and a little black dog, almost as light as the soap bubbles, rises on his hind feet and tries to get into the swing also, away goes the swing, the dog falls, is out of temper, and barks, he is laughed at, and the bubbles burst. A swinging board, a frothy, fleeting image is my song. What you describe may be all very pretty, but you speak so mournfully, and there is nothing about Kay. Waikato Times, Volume 125, Issue 20923, 30 September 1939, Page 21 (Supplement)

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