A pretty a day
A pretty a day
(and every fades)
is here and away
(but born are maids
to flower an hour
in all,all)
O yes to flower
until so blithe
a doer a wooer
some limber and lithe
some very fine mower
a tall;tall
Some jerry so very
(and nellie and fan)
some handsomest harry
(and sally and nan
they tremble and cower
so pale:pale)
For betty was born
to never say nay
but lucy could learn
and lily could pray
and fewer were shyer
than doll. doll
This poem was submitted by E. E. Cummings.
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