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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=565591" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Polly</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Polly's varry bonny,<br>Her een are black an breet;<br>They shine under her raven locks,<br>Like stars i'th' dark o'th' neet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her little cheeks are like a peach,<br>'At th' sun has woo'd an missed;<br>Her lips like cherries, red an sweet,<br>Seem moulded to be kissed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her breast is like a drift o' snow,<br>Her little waist's soa thin,<br>To clasp it wi' a careless arm<br>Wod ommost be a sin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her little hands an tiny feet,<br>Wod mak yo think shoo'd been<br>Browt up wi' little fairy fowk<br>To be a fairy queen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An when shoo laffs, it saands as if<br>A little crystal spring,<br>Wor bubblin up throo silver rocks,<br>Screened by an angel's wing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It saands soa sweet, an yet soa low,<br>One feels it forms a part<br>Ov what yo love, an yo can hear<br>Its echoes in yor heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It isn't likely aw shall win,<br>An wed soa rich a prize;<br>But ther's noa tellin what strange things<br>Man may do, if he tries.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Hartley">John Hartley</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=565591" data-title="My Polly de John Hartley" data-description="My Polly's varry bonny, Her een are black an breet; They shine under her raven locks, Like stars i'th' dark o'th' neet. Her little cheeks are like a peach, 'At th' sun has woo'd an missed; Her lips like cherries, red an sweet, Seem moulded to be ..."></div> </div> </div>
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