Gerda Poems - Poems about Gerda

...Swesish Saga Gerda left Sweden with an odd liking for turnips. She claimed hard labor ruined her hands. She hated her father. Fritchof walked like an ex-sailor. He had a vein-blue tattoo on hi......

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...Broremann, the farmer worker. Every morning at five thirty sharp, my brother Broremann had to milk five cows by hand bring bucket full of goodness to the scullery where maid sifted it and in a......

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