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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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Agreed. Same goes for 2 girls and a boy. I always think I'll have a lovely 20 minute break to get things spiffed up, but someone ends up dumping water out of the tub or getting soap in their eyes or bonking their head on the faucet.
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