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The Streamlet's Dream

The wind puffed And blew the clouds in for a day. It puffed again And blew them far away. They'd just had time to play and spray, To make the day a little gray, And turn the dust and rust of earth To gluey, shoe-stick, muddy mirth. And to the shoe factory 'Twas very satisfactory. And to the boy who wore the shoes Wearing them was like good news; And to the streamlet in the gutter where he washed them clean, The soles of the shoes were a streamlet's dream, And the long smooth sides of the gutter shone To be blessed by the best of the factory's own. And the wind puffed, And puffed again.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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