Monday, January 13, 2003

The Bread-Knife Ballad Comments

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A little child was sitting Up on her mother's knee
And down down her cheeks the bitter tears did flow.
And as I sadly listened I heard this tender plea,
'Twas uttered in a voice so soft and low.
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Robert William Service
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Brian Jani 04 July 2014

What a sad and mellow poem, this is what poetry is about: the ability to evoke feelings in the reader.well written.

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