By: Ardis E. Parshall - March 28, 2017 Small Hands on the Latch By Edith M.J. Hounsell The swarthy fruit-vendor laid his hand on her headAnd wistfully, these are the words that he said:“How mucha you take for this blonde little thing?“I like-a her smile, and her hair falls in rings.“Or maybe you part with this big-litta boy:“He’d filla my life with a vera-much joy.”I knew he was childless, unwilling to be,And my heart tear’...
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