Poems ✍️
  02.10.2025
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Author: Robert Louis Stevenson

Fairy Bread

Come up here, O dusty feet!
Here is fairy ready to eat.
Here in my retiring room,
Children ,you may dine
On the golden smell of broom
And the shade of pine;
And when you have eaten well,
Fairy stories hear and tell.


  fairy Children play imagination

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