Poppies in Normandy by J.T. Gibbs
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- HOPSCOTCH
- One for sorrow, Two for joy, Three for a girl, Four for a boy. Five for silver, Six for gold, Seven for a secret never to be told. Eight for a wish, Nine for a kiss, Ten a surprise you should be careful not to miss. Eleven for health, Twelve for wealth, Thirteen beware it's the devil himself.
Little girls, this seems to say, never stop upon your way,
never trust a stranger friend, no one knows how it will end!
As you're pretty, so be wise! Wolves may lurk in every guise!
Now, as then, it's simple truth, sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth!
never trust a stranger friend, no one knows how it will end!
As you're pretty, so be wise! Wolves may lurk in every guise!
Now, as then, it's simple truth, sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth!
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