January dribbles - 14
“The sky’s crying,” said the little boy, plucking a broken bird’s egg from the ground. They buried the shell under leaf-mold and weeds; and rain kept falling down.
“The sky’s dripping,” said little boy’s sister, shaking the wet from her hair.
“Sky’s splashy,” laughed the baby with never a care.
“The sky’s dripping,” said little boy’s sister, shaking the wet from her hair.
“Sky’s splashy,” laughed the baby with never a care.
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