Post Little Blossom.

Post Little Blossom.
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“But I remember he striked at pour mama,
His face was an red and so wild:
Alld I remember he striked at peer mamma
And hurted his poor little child.

“But I loves him and I dess I go find him;
Perhaps he’ll come home with me soun.
Then it won’t be dark and lonesome,
Waiting for mamma to come.

Out into the night went the baby.
The dear little blossom no fate:
With eyes that were blue na the clear sky,
And die halo of golden brown hair

Out Into the night went the baby,
The little heart beating with fright.
Till the tired fent reached the rin palues,
All brilliant with music and fight.

The little hand pushed the door open,
Though the touch was light as a breath,
And the tired feet reached the portal
That leads to ruin and death.

Away down the long floor she pattered;
The dear little blussont so fair,
Till she spied in the corner her papa,
And the tiny feet paused at his side

“Oh! papa,” she cried as she reached hiru,
And her volce rippled out sweet and clear,
“I saught if I come I should meet you,
And now I’s so glad I’s hero.

“The lights are so pretty, dear papa,
And I think the male so sweet,
But I guess it’s most time, papa
For Blussein wants something to sat

A moment the bleared eyes gazed wildly
Down into the face sweet and fair,
Then, as the demon possessed him.
He grasped at the back of the chair.

A mnment, a second ’twas over,
The work of a flend was complete;
Then the poor little innocent blossom
Lay broken und crushed at his feet.

Then, quick as a flash came his reason,
And showed him the deed he’d done;
With a groan that a demon might pify.
He knelt by the quivering form.

He pressed the pals Ups to his borom,
He lifted the fair golden head;
A moment the baby ups quivered,
Then the poor little blossom was dead.

But the man who had told him the poisor
Who had made hin the demon of hell
Why he should be loved and respected..
Because he had license to sell.