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| One fine day in the middle of the night, Two dead boys got up to fight. Back to back, they faced each other Drew their swords and shot one another The deaf cop on the beat Heard the noise And came and shot the Two dead boys. ________________________ Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered - Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before - On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.' Then the bird said, `Nevermore.' _______________________________________ Sing a song of Sixpence A pocket full of rye Four and twenty blackbirds Baked into a pie. When the pie was opened The birds began to sing, Was that not a dainty dish To set before the King |
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I recognize the black birds poem.
I remember reading it in class last year.
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He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."
-Robert Frost.
I think it was on like..our PSSA's.
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He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."
-Robert Frost.
I caught the constant irony.
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He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."
-Robert Frost.
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