December (Nancy Byrd Turner Poems)
The house of December was all aglow, Each room was jolly and red; There were bulgy stockings ranged in a row, And holly ...
The house of December was all aglow, Each room was jolly and red; There were bulgy stockings ranged in a row, And holly ...
The March house, strangely, was built in a tree, With a fluttering roof of leaves, And strong, straight boughs for the walls ...
It was a queer October place-- No house, you'd say, at all! A wide brown wood with leaves for a floor, And timbers ...
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