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Poetry by Rachel A. Gold

School Girl

First Grade

by Rachel A. Gold

When I was six, my mother said
"Come, dear, and hold my hand
At school you'll learn so many things
And things you'll understand"
When we got there, we climbed some steps
The hall was dark and cool -
We went into a great big room -
And there we were - in school!
It looked to me a splendid place
The teacher greeted me.
My mother said, "Miss Dimpsecy
My little girl, you see" -
And soon I loved Miss Dimpsecy
And then I learned to tell
What words said, and then I knew
That I could read quite well.

Poetry by Rachel A Gold

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Tuesday, 04-May-2010 14:48:21 EDT