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Her Toy

But Jason never held such gold
when his men cried  " See, he has the fleece!"
it seems now that my soul was sold
to have you, dear child, sat on my knee.
 
Blessing me with this wealth of life
my only daughter produced such joy
her prattling now so shrilly piped
as she takes my specks for her toy,
 
Her strength in limb and in my pride
I cry " See how she grips my ears
and almost stands" 'tis all from I
and swear " tis nails which bring the tears"
Insiderew
Written by Insiderew (Rew)
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