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STORM SNAPPED ITS FINGERS by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH

Last Line: NOW'S THE TIME, MY LITTLE BIRD, %TO PROVE HOW YOU WERE MADE!
Subject(s): SHIPS AND SHIPPING;

Poem Sources:

BRIDLED WITH RAINBOWS.
  BREWTON, SARA & JOHN E. (EDS.)
  (1949)
 



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