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20909	Roberts, Elizabeth Madox	Under the Tree			.txt	text/plain	6389	735	105	And moved a little bit away. I climbed a little crooked tree. I like to look into my pillow at night. A little brown bowl that can talk to me, The little brown bowl and the flying wings. I liked to watch her little tongue O little one away so far, A little light is going by, Up in the garden, a little rain came. I watch the little pulpit house-And what their little dreams are like A little gray thing came out of the grass. And Dick said, "Look what I have found!" The little new moon above the tree. I saw a tree that looked at me, A little bush could talk to me. A smooth little bush said a word to me. It makes a little talking sound. We watched the little ships go by. A little wind came to my face. And she said her little asking words.	./cache/20909.txt	./txt/20909.txt