Baby's Dimples Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Baby's Dimples



Love goes playing hide-and-seek
'Mid the roses on her cheek,
With a little imp of Laughter,
Who, the while he follows after,
Leaves the footprints that we trace
All about the Kissing-place.

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