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This morning when we came downstairs for breakfast, Sebby looked out the window, gasped, and said, "Oh, yooooooook, Mommy!!! Yook at the beautiful drumset!!"Children's voices in the orchard
Between the blossom- and the fruit-time:
Golden head, crimson head,
Between the green tip and the root.
Black wing, brown wing, hover over;
Twenty years and the spring is over;
To-day grieves, to-morrow grieves,
Cover me over, light-in-leaves;
Golden head, black wing,
Cling, swing,
Spring, sing,
Swing up into the apple-tree.
--T.S. Eliot
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awesome. and of course you understood him. because that's just how it works with moms and boys.
ReplyDeleteI thought of this when I saw the sun set today. It, too, was a beautiful drumset.
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