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When Jeannie lost her father, he is waked at home, his pine box laid across two chairs in the parlour; he has long lived inside a box. Based on the poem by Agnes Walsh comes a story of finding a use for everything. |
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When Jeannie lost her father, he is waked at home, his pine box laid across two chairs in the parlour; he has long lived inside a box. Based on the poem by Agnes Walsh comes a story of finding a use for everything. |
