Here is fairy bread to eat.
Here in my retiring room,
Children, you may dine
On the golden smell of broom
And the shade of pine;
And when you have eaten well,
Fairy stories hear and tell.
- Fairy Bread by Robert Louis Stevenson
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slayground) wrote,
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slayground
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Poetry Friday: Fairy Bread
Here is fairy bread to eat.
Here in my retiring room,
Children, you may dine
On the golden smell of broom
And the shade of pine;
And when you have eaten well,
Fairy stories hear and tell.
- Fairy Bread by Robert Louis Stevenson
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