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We Are Seven


This has been one of my favorite poems since I was quite young. WE ARE SEVEN   by William Wordsworth 1798--A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said; Her hair… Continue reading We Are Seven