Hansel

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Once, I walked -A studly lass, I, of grass and chalk.Picnic baskets, summer breeze,The air of new kin call out to meBut alas, t'was I who hadn't answered.
  When Hansel’s old parents were all poor and ragged They left him to fend for himself With nothing to hold but the shoes on his feet And the Griddle from on top the shelf  
Dear old father,
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