When May is in his prime, then may each heart rejoice.
When May bedecks each branch with green, each bird strains forth his voice
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In going to my naked bed as one that would have slept,
I heard a wife sing to her child, that long before had wept;
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Where gripinge grefes the hart would wounde,
And dolefulle dumps the mynde oppresse,
There musicke with her silver-sound
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When I Was Three
When I was three, I had a friend
Who asked me why bananas bend,
I told him why, but now I'm four
I'm not so sure...
i want to have the poem of finding out about the family by richard edwards.