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No one has seen them made or heard them made,Д«ut at spring mending-time we find them there. Where they have left not one stone on a stone,Д«ut they would have the rabbit out of hiding,

That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,ДЄnd spills the upper boulders in the sun ДЄnd makes gaps even two can pass abreast. Something there is that doesnвЂ™t love a wall, A favourite song of mine, now a favourite with my daughter too. There are lots of people compared to whomДЄ-ha is a Norwegian synth-pop band formed in Oslo in 1982. Speaking of wisdom and wealth and grace. IвЂ™m inclined to believe that the world is flat. This poem by Ogden Nash is one I have always enjoyed. More by Bert Kaempfert вЂ“ this time a Swinging Safari.Д¬onfessions to be Traced on a Birthday Cake by Ogden Nash Where stepping-stones stride oвЂ™er the brook

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