Boughs to Sway
A tree in the breeze
I lay and read my book today,
The other children went to play
But I, like Frost,
Had boughs to sway,
Not a finer time, than on this day.
The other children went to play
But I, like Frost,
Had boughs to sway,
Not a finer time, than on this day.
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