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Excerpt from Sonnets of a Mother
Ain on the roof, in the attic, alone, I found a little red chair tucked away. 0 chair grown dusty, as I have grown gray, You were once my little boy's very own. For that I have kept you, Ah had ye known, So he was mine for a glorious day. His voice had the cadence of birds, in tone, And he ruled my heart with a monarch's sway. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
