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My little sister had everything,
Everything in the world-- Blue eyes, dimples, pink cheeks, And her hair curled. She played forward at basket-ball, And shot ducks from cover. She had a sweet rose-colored hat, And a tall lover. All her life she had everything, Plenty and more than plenty. She did not need a perfect death-- Death at twenty. |
Seesaw
May Williams Ward
page 13
(Atlanta: The Bozart Press. 1929)