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halloween poem for kid

and still they walked on
though i am little as all little things
this ancient silver bowl of mine
night is dark, and the winter winds
she heard the children playing in the sun
sad are they who know not love
the mountains they are silent folk
a flying word from here and there
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
and with the humming bird

 



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