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MY SUE
She flits across the summer grass
Like a bubble on the breeze
Smelling flowers, hunting clovers
On her hands and knees
Her hair is long and golden brown
She has a dimple, too
She's always dressed in ruffles
And her favorite color is blue
She has tea parties with her cats
Her dolls are all invited
She's such a darling little girl
She's ours and we're delighted
Copyright © Shirley Sasek
Summer of 1958
Posted October 22, 2008
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