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Lady Queen Anne she sits in the sun As fair as a lily as white as the sun Come taste my lily, come smell my rose Which of my maidens have you chose? The ball is ours and none of yours Go to the wood and gather flowers Cats and kittens now stay within While all young maidens walk out and in. --Traditional Nursery Rhyme n e x t  i m a g e g i r d l e  b o o k s   p a g e m i r i a m  s c h a e r  t i t l e    p a g e p r i c e

1996. 18 x 17 x 12. Girdle, acrylic, xerox.