Just a few lines from this poetry which I loved
There is no chair anywhere
On which I can sit
And swing my legs.
If only the baby
Were to lend me his cradle
It might be possible to sleep.
There is no chair anywhere
On which I can sit
And swing my legs.
If only the baby
Were to lend me his cradle
It might be possible to sleep.
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