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Click hereWRITTEN AFTER A SUMMER SPENT TEACHING REMEDIAL READING AT A CAMP FOR EXTRAORDINARY CHILDREN (in 1969)
By JC STREET © 2004, all rights reserved
A child walked up to me and said
“What is your name?”
“Do you come from the sea”
“Can I have a silver piece of you?”
“Yes,” I said, “I come from the sea;
you can have a silver piece of me.”
“What is your name?” said a child
who was lame, “if
I plug in my brain will it
explode?”
“No!” said I; “nor
will a baby cockroach die;
walking on that hallowed ground.”
“Let me say the magic words,” said Erwin”
“I’m as strong as a train,” and pulled
the cap off his pen
“They don’t make the Truns any more
in Minnesota,” said Fred, “but
they still make the Beacon
Cigarette pick-up.”
“What are we up to in
the game,” said Mickey; “bottom
of the 13th said I.”
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