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The Plate and the Spoon (FREEDOM)
Oh! How I wish
Said the plate to the spoon
As side by side they lay
That I could be given freedom
From bearing food
For just for one whole day
I carry their cake
Their bread and their tart
And To them it doesn’t matter
That me a little platter
Should have feelings
Of the heart
Oh! Hush you now
Sighed the silver spoon
Be...
Wednesday 13th October 2010 7:10 pm
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