Child Sun
Why will you play Peep Bo
Now in, now out
The workroom window so?
True 'tis
That there are children here;
But they've no time
To play Peep Bo, my dear.
Child Sun
Lesbia Harford
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Poem topics: child, children, sun, time, dear, true, window, I love you, I miss you, play, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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