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Harner's poem quickly gained traction as a eulogy and was read at funerals in Kansas and Missouri. It was soon reprinted in the Kansas City Times and the Kansas City Bar Bulletin. [1]: 426 [2] Harner earned a degree in industrial journalism and clothing design at Kansas State University. [3] Several of her other poems were published and ...
Hush you bye, Don't you cry Go to sleep-y, my little ba - by. When you wake, you shall have All the pretty lit-tle hor-ses Blacks and bays, Dap-ples and grays, Coach----- and six-a lit-tle hor - ses. Hush you bye, Don't you cry, Go to sleep-y lit-tle ba - by When you wake, you'll have sweet cake, and All the pret-ty lit-tle hor-ses
In the first commercial release on the 1956 album Offbeat Folksongs, Gibson did not mention the history of the song.The next two artists to release it, Cynthia Gooding (as "All My Trials" in 1957 [5]) and Billy Faier (as "Bahaman Lullaby" in 1959 [6]), both wrote in their albums' liner notes that they each learned the song from Erik Darling.
"Little Girl, Don't Cry" is a song written by Lucky Millinder and Doris Davis. Millinder and his orchestra recorded the song with a vocal by Big John Greer.That record was released in 1949 on the RCA Victor label (catalog no. 20-3351-B). [1]
The Grinch. The Grinch can't steal our Christmas spirit, but he sure can deliver laughs. In the 2018 adaptation of Dr. Seuss' beloved children's storybook, Benedict Cumberbatch brings the mean ol ...
"The Little Smuggler" (Polish: Mały szmugler) is a famous poem by the Polish poet Henryka Łazowertówna (1909–1942). Written in the Warsaw Ghetto during the Holocaust, it tells the story of a small child who supports his starving family by — illegally, under Nazi dispensation — bringing over food supplies from the "Aryan side", thereby allowing for his family's survival while at the ...
The emotional trauma of miscarriage is often overlooked when it comes to hopeful fathers, and writer Frederick Joseph wants to change that.
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there. "Now, don't you go till I come," he said, "And don't you make any noise!" So, toddling off to his trundle-bed, He dreamed of the pretty toys; And, as he was dreaming, an angel song Awakened our Little Boy Blue Oh! the years are many, the years are long,