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than his vagrant
Papa.
The little Turkey
is lonely and
the Chickens
bring him to call.
His foreign
Neck in familiar
Grass is quaint
as a Dromedary.
I suppose the
Wind has
chastened the
Bows on Mattie's
impudent Hat
and the Sea
presumed as
far as he dare
Papa.
The little Turkey
is lonely and
the Chickens
bring him to call.
His foreign
Neck in familiar
Grass is quaint
as a Dromedary.
I suppose the
Wind has
chastened the
Bows on Mattie's
impudent Hat
and the Sea
presumed as
far as he dare