Looking at the front page of the blog, I realise that the last three posts are accompanied by pictures taken looking up at the sky, and I am reminded of a poem from my childhood.
The Rhyme of Dorothy Rose by Pauline Frances Camp starts with the line:
Dorothy Rose had a turned-up nose
That’s all I could remember of the poem, although I was clear about the story it told: rather than bemoaning her snub nose, the little girl decides to tilt her whole personality and attitude to match and becomes a delightful person because of it.
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