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There is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.
Nought warm where your hand was,
Nought gold where your hair was,
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.
Cold wind where your voice was,
Tears, tears where my heart was,
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.
November by Walter de la Mare
A father wants to teach his sons how strong they can be when they stick together..
so he called for them and gave the biggest son 1 stick
- big son: ok,i break it!
- father: take 5..
- big son: i break them!
- father: all right!, take 20..
- big son: Oh!, i break them!
- father: you know my sons, i will not worry about you if that "whale" is with you.....