Linda Amos - Baylor University

But one day, ere she knew, The whitener came to cleanse the nook, And covered the face from view. ‘Yes,’ he said: ‘My brush goes on with a rush, And the draught is buried under; When you have to whiten old cots and brighten, What else can you do, I wonder?’ But she knows he’s there. And when she yearns. For him, deep in the labouring ... ................
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