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 June house wasn't a house at all, But a level and leafy place, Where a gypsy scamp had pitched his camp-- A ...
Amos and Ann had a poem to learn, A poem to learn one day; But alas! they sighed, and alack! they cried, 'Twere ...
He played by the river when he was young.He raced with rabbits along the hills,He fished for minnows, and climbed ...
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