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childhood

Said Grandpa Mann sternly to the little Gillyflower
There was a little girl who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead
When she was good she was very very good
But when she was naughty she was horrid
And he pulled a while ball from his ear
She laughter and went to bed
And in the church bell chiming darkness
She dreamt she was a flower in the sky
A fairy who could fly
The princess in the stories, a ballet dancer
A pianist, a horse, a teacher
A reciter of poetry, a commander of a spaceship
A mother, grown up

And later
When her father's grandson was a child
He found each night under his pillow
While chocolate
Grandpa's dreaming food
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