Spelling Rhyme Poems - Poems about Spelling Rhyme

...Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber, But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. I sense a wince remind itself, Of what it means to be, Instead to ......

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...Chemistry, a labyrinthine topic-cum-tantalising potent cryptic art, bane of eager scientist with half a top-notch mind and ample heart Teachers in this field strain every muscle but knowledge has......

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