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I wish, I wish he’d go away…. When I came home last night at three. The man was waiting there for me. But when I looked around the hall. I couldn’t see him there at all! Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more! Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door… (slam!) Last night I saw upon the stair. A little man who wasn’t ...
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Aimed by low boys at the sweet little man. All the fair maidens about him shall cluster, Pluck the white feathers from bonnet and fan, Make him a plume like a turkey-wing duster,--. That is the crest for the sweet little man! Oh, but the Apron-String Guards are the fellows. Drilling each day since our troubles began,--.
Little little man, little little man, set free your canary that wants to fly. I am that canary, little little man, leave me to fly. I was in your cage, little little man, little little man who gave me my cage. I say “little little” because you don’t understand me Nor will you understand.
The Barefoot Boy. Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; With thy red lip, redder still. Kissed by strawberries on the hill; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace;
Over the years, I’ve met so many incredible people and heard heartfelt and amazing stories from folks all around the world about how one little poem touched them so deeply. The Dash poem has literally inspired millions. It has changed lives, but none more than my own...
Said the old man, "I do that too." The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants." "I do that too," laughed the little old man. Said the little boy, "I often cry." The old man nodded, "So do I." "But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems Grown-ups don't pay attention to me." And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
