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I have a son, a little son,
a youngster mighty fine!
and when I look at him I feel
that all the world is mine.
But seldom do I see him when
he’s wide awake and bright.
I always find him sound…
Contributor:
Morris Rosenfeld
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1887
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Can you imagine the air filled with smoke?
It was. The city was vanishing before noon
or was it earlier than that? I can’t say because
the light came from nowhere and went nowhere.
This was years…
Contributor:
Philip Levine
Places:
Fresno, United States of America
Date:
1998