Mary, Mary, quite contraryHow does your garden grow?With silver bells and cockleshellsAnd pretty maids all in a row.
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Goose, Mother. “”Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary”” Poetry Foundation. Poetry Foundation, 1744. Web. 2 Sept. 2015. http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/176336
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