Tuesday, December 27, 2016

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My daughter is awake and smiling.
It is a sight I like to see.
Her mother, whom I love, makes ready;
To work she will flee.
While the one smiles and t'other leaves,
I will do as I have done,
Working to draw words to the world--
As I here have begun.

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