Sunday, December 12, 2010

Things Found Looking Up Other Things


This touches a gentle memory of childhood for some reason. Perhaps it was read to me.

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(last few lines of the poem, Owl and the Pussycat)

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And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

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