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From: Twittering One on
"Yet one word more: Grief boundeth where it falls,
Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament.

Grief fills the room up of my absent child,
That he does weigh too light: My greatest griefs

Do glue themselves in sociable grief,
But from proof as strong as my grief and as certain,
Do glue themselves in sociable grief.

Witness these trenches made by grief and care,
As I, with you, mark silently ~ Grieving in a library chair."
~ Mum

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From: Twittering One on
"The Tale of Jemima Puddle-Duck

What a funny sight it is to see a
brood of ducklings with a hen!

Listen to the story of Jemima
Puddle-duck, who was annoyed
because the farmer's wife would not
let her hatch her own eggs.

Her sister-in-law, Mrs. Rebeccah
Puddle-duck, was perfectly willing to
leave the hatching to someone else--
"I have not the patience to sit on a
nest for twenty-eight days; and no
more have you, Jemima. You would
let them go cold; you know you
would! "

"I wish to hatch my own eggs; I will
hatch them all by myself," quacked
Jemima Puddle-duck.

She tried to hide her eggs; but they
were always found and carried off.

Jemima Puddle-duck became quite
desperate. She determined to make a
nest right away from the farm.

She set off on a fine spring
afternoon along the cart road that
leads over the hill.

She was wearing a shawl and a
poke bonnet.

When she reached the top of the
hill, she saw a wood in the distance.

She thought that it looked a safe
quiet spot.

Jemima Puddle-duck was not much
in the habit of flying. She ran downhill
a few yards flapping her shawl, and
then she jumped off into the air.

She flew beautifully when she had
got a good start.

She skimmed along over the
treetops until she saw an open place
in the middle of the wood, where the
trees and brushwood had been
cleared."
~ Beatrix Potter

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From: Twittering One on
"Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,
Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell;
The world hath noted, and your name is great.
Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower,
So come, let us now enjoy these hours,
Which make days, then years, yours, mine, ours ~ !"
~ White Chalk

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