Late for Breakfast

Who is it hides my sandals

when I'm trying to get dressed?
And takes away the hairbrush
that was lying on the chest?

Late for Breakfast. Who is it hides my sandals, when I'm trying to get dressed? And takes away the hairbrush, that was lying on the chest? Poem by Mary Dawson Jeffries UK.
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