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Aug. 4, 2007
Poem
I memorized this poem and I really like it.
Bed in Summer
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle light,
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping in the tree
Or hear the grown-up peoples feet
Still walking past me in the street.
And does it not seam hard to you
When all the sky is clear and blue
And I should like so much to play
To have to go to bed by day?
By
Robert Louise Stevenson
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Aug. 9, 2007 - Untitled Comment
Auntie K