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To His Daughter
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To His Daughter

Poem By Henry Money

A little girl sits on the wall
Colouring something on the other side.
The wind shines her hair as she holds up
A flapping paper to my window.

What is on the paper I don't know.
The hornbeam bends over near her head.
Its two-coloured leaves are like her hair.

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