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Transcription of Page 23
my love, to face whatever life has in store for you.
I may have got the words mixed up a bit, John …
(Sorry I muddled this up, John, hope you can sort it out.)
I thought I'd tear this page out & start again, but it might spoil the page it's attached to.
Here is a pretty little rhyme.
Down in a deep & shady dell
A modest violet grew.
Its stalk was bent,
It hung its head,
As if to hide from view.
& yet it was a lovely flower,