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Friday, February 13, 2009

Poem #11 Mistress Mary Quite Contrary

Mistress Mary Quite Contrary

Mistress Mary,
quite contrary,
How does your
garden grow?
With cockle-shells,
and silver bells,
And pretty maids
all in a row.

'Mistress Mary Quite Contrary' pg 33 from 'Best Loved Nursery Rhymes And Songs'

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