A poor little boy is reading at night.
His eye lips droop,
Looking tired against the lamp.
His arms fall down from the desk,
With a paper hold in his hand.
His mouth opens,
Wanting to recite no word.
But he dares not go to bed,
Because tomorrow will come a test.
2003/12/26
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