We can't all and some of us don't. That's all there is to it.
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One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries.
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My spelling is Wobbly. It's good spelling but it Wobbles, and the letters get in the wrong places.
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If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus 1 day, so I never have to go through a day without you.
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Tra-la-la, Tra-la-la
Tra-la-la, tra-la-la,
Tra-la-la, tra-la-la,
Rum-tum-tiddle-um-tum.
Tiddle-id dle, tiddle-iddle,
Tiddle-iddle, tiddle-iddle,
Rum-tum-tum-tiddle-um.
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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Happiness
John had
Great Big
Waterproof
Boots on;
John had a
Great Big
Waterproof
Hat;
John had a
Great Big
Waterproof
Mackintosh --
And that
(Said John)
Is
That.
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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Swing Song
Here I go up in my swing
Ever so high.
I am the King of the fields, and the King
Of the town.
I am the King of the earth, and the King
Of the sky.
Here I go up in my swing...
Now I go down.
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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Solitude
I have a house where I go
When there's too many people,
I have a house where I go
Where no one can be;
I have a house where I go,
Where nobody ever says 'No';
Where no one says anything- so
There is no one but me.
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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Daffodowndilly
She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
'Winter is dead.'
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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Twinkletoes
When the sun
Shines through the leaves of the apple-tree,
When the sun
Makes shadows of the leaves of the apple-tree,
Then I pass
On the grass
From one leaf to another,
From one leaf to its brother,
Tip-toe, tip-toe!
Here I go!
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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