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The Masterpiece
My Mother cut it out for me
and started it so I could see;
And then she turned some edges in
And let me take it to begin
I made it But I did not know
How very hard it is to sew.
I took a long time for that stitch,
And now it's there, I don't know which
Is better; but not one is small.
And they are not alike at all.
That side was very hard to fix;
And then the needle always pricks,
And you must hold it and take care,
Because the point is always there;
And knots keep coming, by and by;
And then, no matter how you try
The thread comes out of its old eye:
But somehow, now I have it done,
I think it is a pretty one.
Cakes and Ale
Im always glad when Andrew comes.
If only I am there,
He stays awhile and talks to me,
As if he didn't care.
He took me to some Music once,
When it was all for me;
And, oh, I had a splendid time!
And he said so did he.
It lasts, as if the Music still
Went round and round the sky:
He said he had a good time too,
And I said so did I
