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* This poem being in the Library of the Queen’s Dolls’ House, is printed here by special permission.
[xiii]
]WHEN WE WERE
VERY YOUNG
[1]
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CORNER-OF-THE-STREET
Down by the corner of the street,
Where the three roads meet,
And the feet
Of the people as they pass go “Tweet-tweet-tweet—”