Hettie Poems - Poems about Hettie

...The bric-a-brac shop waits on Rue Nationale. In a sleepy French town. It opens at ten, And closes at one, Till three. Then on till seven in the evening. Madame opens the shutters Before going ......

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...I am a purple headed chicken with glass beads. I like to roam the wooded glades. I often wear a pair of shades. It shields my precious amethyst eyes from the glare of the sun. Such heat corrodes such......

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