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First Book

I gave a book to my glad child; She looked on it and smiled, And with her tender years of two Turned the pages two by ten. She saw a picture of some men And with her fingers light and small She gently touched them one and all. Then very grave she looked me through And stood, and reached, and touched me, too.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 12/20/2016 12:02:00 PM
Thank you for the kind reply, Brian. and a Merry Christmas to you too....LINDA
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Brian Faulkner
Date: 12/20/2016 12:39:00 PM
Thank _you, Linda.
Date: 12/20/2016 11:30:00 AM
A fine write, I still remember my first book. Enjoyed. LINDA
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Brian Faulkner
Date: 12/20/2016 11:45:00 AM
Thanks, Linda. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Merry Christmas!