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Read Ebook: Mammy's baby by Blanchard Amy Ella Waugh Ida

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Over you go Into the snow, Eyes are bright, cheeks in a glow. Out he crawls, Now snow-balls Fly against the trees and walls.

O, this is prime, Now's the time To run and tumble, race and climb. When we are old, Snow will seem cold, And we'll not be overbold.

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