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Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell,, Or kiss the place to make it well, My mother. - My Mother (st. 6) --------------- Twinkle, twinkle, little star!, How I wonder what you are,, Up above the worlds so high,, Like a diamond in the sky! - Rhymes for the Nursery--The Star --------------- Thank you, pretty cow, that made, Pleasant milk to soak my bread. - The Cow --------------- Sweet innocent, the mother cried, And started from her nook. That horrid fly is put to hide The sharpness of the hook. - The Little Fish that Would Not Do as It Was Bid |
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"I find the great thing in this world is not so much where
we stand, as in what direction we are moving. To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it, but we must sail and not drift, nor lie at anchor." --Oliver Wendell Holmes |
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