weak and weary The way a crow A Shook down on me B The dust of snow A From a hemlock tree B Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon This way, and that, she peers, and sees Silver fruit upon silver trees 1 2 3 A B C Its okay with me! Oh my gosh! I can’t believe you did that. She screamed like I had just slapped her. Martin Luther King’s “I have A Dream” speech. It’s like the chorus of a song. Something there that doesn’t love a wall That sends the…
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