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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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I love that precious boy! He's so fun to talk to. Also, I'm so impressed with the haircut. I'll have to have you coach my while I try Max's.
ReplyDeleteChildren are so polite. I remember very well making really dumb jokes and knowing, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the baby was laughing simply because he/she knew I was trying to be funny for them, but had failed, and was sparing my feelings.
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