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Monday, December 22, 2003

When I have said my evening prayer,
And my clothes are folded on the chair,
And Mother switches off the light,
I'll still be two years old tonight.

But, from the very break of day,
Before the children rise and play,
Before the greenness turns to gold,
Tomorrow, I'll be three years old.

Three kisses when I wake.
Three candles on my cake!

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