Gertrude Stein

(3 February 1874 – 27 July 1946 / Allegheny, Pennsylvania)

The House Was Just Twinkling In The Moon Light - Poem by Gertrude Stein

The house was just twinkling in the moon light,
And inside it twinkling with delight,
Is my baby bright.
Twinkling with delight in the house twinkling
with the moonlight,
Bless my baby bless my baby bright,
Bless my baby twinkling with delight,
In the house twinkling in the moon light,
Her hubby dear loves to cheer when he thinks
and he always thinks when he knows and he always
knows that his blessed baby wifey is all here and he
is all hers, and sticks to her like burrs, blessed baby


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, April 13, 2012


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