Father, Mother and Me,
sister and Auntie say
All the people like us are We,
and everyone else is They,
And They live over the sea
and We live over the way,
But - would you believe it? -
They look upon We
As only a sort of They!
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3 comments:
your poor blog. you're neglecting it!!!!!
i LOVE this! you beautiful person, i'm so happy i know you.
i've already heavy-hinted your aunt that i'll be mental-mad if i don't get an invite to a certain wedding... hugs!
I love this poem.
It's brilliant and perfect!!!
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