out learn'd mitt's digits

.
                            there      know
                                    were 
                                    thick

                       stretch'd        digit
                                     each 
                               unto      purty
                                      hern 
                                    grow'd

                                 fromg thuh
                          bubble        unto
                                     wand
                                   knit one
                                   purl two
                                   bootiez for ourn     you
                                                                l'il
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