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 ...
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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