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TOOTSY.
Tootsy,
Though a stranger,
Stole into my heart of hearts
With her open baby arts
And white footsy;
Sent to guard me mid the danger,
Like an angel from a sky
Of green light and gramarye.
Through a country not in charts
Tootsy,
Heiress of infinity,
Was a free and frolic ranger.
Though a stranger,
Stole into my heart of hearts
With her open baby arts
And white footsy;
Sent to guard me mid the danger,
Like an angel from a sky
Of green light and gramarye.
Through a country not in charts
Tootsy,
Heiress of infinity,
Was a free and frolic ranger.
Brightly
Formed and rounded,
Out of purest pink and gold
Into something sweet and bold,
And so slightly;
Never was she once confounded
By a question or a glance,
In the eager daily dance
Of a mischief manifold;
Brightly
Did she, mocking change and chance,
Plunge in deeps as yet unsounded.
Formed and rounded,
Out of purest pink and gold
Into something sweet and bold,
And so slightly;
Never was she once confounded
By a question or a glance,
In the eager daily dance
Of a mischief manifold;
Brightly
Did she, mocking change and chance,
Plunge in deeps as yet unsounded.
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Tootsy
Flashed, and fluttered
Like a bird with broken wing
Back to its perpetual Spring,
With faint footsy.
Half her message was not uttered
To the others, but I know
What she whispered to the snow
And the frost and fairy ring.
Tootsy
Came and went, where roses go—
For I found her window shuttered.
Flashed, and fluttered
Like a bird with broken wing
Back to its perpetual Spring,
With faint footsy.
Half her message was not uttered
To the others, but I know
What she whispered to the snow
And the frost and fairy ring.
Tootsy
Came and went, where roses go—
For I found her window shuttered.
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