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Monday, June 19, 2023

Chickadee

 Chickadee
Hilda Conkling
(Written at the age of six)


The chickadee in the apple tree
Talks all the time very gently.
He makes me sleepy.
I rock away to the sea-lights.
Far off I hear him talking
The way smooth bright pebbles
Drop into water . . .
Chicka'dee-dee-dee . . .

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