Belinda the Cow a Poetry Reading
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Cure that. And welcome to the focal room of podcasting poetry recap, read by the Kayla Johns. Under the cow by Gloria warson. Blend to the count was exceedingly vain, she hated the sun and was timid of rain. I'm sure I'll keep frigging in the sunny place and I'm certain that rain is not good for the face. This seed poor Belinda Winston with a fed and your fancies had caused much lamb. I can not eat turnips. I will not eat peas. Pass me a plate full of buttercups, please.
From these three remarks, I think you'll agree that a fairy in finicky creature was she. Then when they were drinking, she said, I must go and enter the space and look how beauty show. But when she got the Belinda was light, your luck is all out to the man at the gate. And then he felt sorry because either complied. But Belinda the cow, just sit down and cry. He gave her two length and told her to get a small looking glass in a manicule seat. If you save her parading in paddocks, please bow to blunder the beautiful, wonderful cow.