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The Discovery Post by :cdaigle Category :Poems Author :Mary Carolyn Davies Date :October 2011 Read :2302

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The Discovery

It often rains in our town. And, you know,
It always happens when we've planned to go
On walks or hikes, or somewhere out to play;
It's curious how it seems arranged that way!

We used to use those rainy days to pout,
And stand there at the window looking out
And wishing things about the weather--oh,
I never knew a wish to change it, though!

But now--the gladdest secret! We don't need
Our dad to tell us stories. We can read!
We've found that Fairyland is everywhere--
You open up a book and, why, you're there!

(The end)
Mary Carolyn Davies's poem: Discovery

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A Good Name
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