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The Babes In The Bush

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Dozens of damp little curls;
One little short upper lip;
Two rows of teeth like diminutive pearls;
Eyes clear and grey as the creek where it swirls
Over the ledges—that's Tip!
With a skip!—
A perfectly hopeless young nip!

Smudge on the tip of his nose;
Mischievous glance of a Puck;

Heart just as big as the rents in his clothes;
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Dr Antony Theodore 28 September 2020

Above—the flag blows to the air: Sad parents seek vainly and weep: There are lights 'mid the thistles, and cries of despair: A rifle cracks loudly, and bonfires glare... Below—where the blind creatures creep, Hidden deep, Two pretty babes smile in their sleep. a very fine poem. tony

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