Nursery Rhyme. LXXXV. Proverbs.

    See a pin and pick it up,
    All the day you'll have good luck;
    See a pin and let it lay,
    Bad luck you'll have all the day!

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Nursery Rhyme. LXXXVIII. Proverbs.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXXXVI. Jingles.

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Nursery Rhyme. XCIX. Proverbs.

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