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...When small I delighted in annoying Betty whenever I could. She'd sit in a shady spot beneath my tree with a book, An easy target for me up above; Betty never understood Me then; and she often gav......

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Categories: lynchet, age, bereavement, childhood, family,
Form: Lyric

Book: Reflection on the Important Things