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“When the groundhog casts his shadow And the small birds sing And the pussywillows happen And the sun shines warm And when the peepers peep Then it is Spring”

Quote by Margaret Wise Brown

Work

Pussy Willow

This book delves into the complexities of human emotions and the journey of self-realization through the lens of its protagonist. more

Author

Margaret Wise Brown
Margaret Wise Brown

Margaret Wise Brown was an American children's literature writer, born on May 23, 1910, and died on November 13, 1952. Her works are known for their warm and intimate style and profound understanding of the child's emotional world. more

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