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1824–1905

FOR MY GRANDCHILD.

George MacDonald

Who is it that sleeps like a top all night, And wakes in the morning so fresh and bright That he breaks his bed as he gets up, And leaves it smashed like a china cup?

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FOR MY GRANDCHILD. · George MacDonald · Poetry Cove