Toys (Margaret Widdemer Poems)
SHE loves the flowers, the wind that bends the fir;When the Spring comes she dances; and her mirthComes always when ...
SHE loves the flowers, the wind that bends the fir;When the Spring comes she dances; and her mirthComes always when ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
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