Peter Newell

“Of what are you afraid my child?” inquired the kindly teacher. “Oh sir! the flowers they are wild ” replied the timid creature.

“Of what are you afraid my child?” inquired the kindly teacher. “Oh sir! the flowers they are wild ” replied the timid creature.

– Peter Newell –

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