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45270	Wells, Carolyn	The Seven Ages of Childhood			.txt	text/plain	3259	393	97	[Illustration: _Copyright, 1909, Moffat, Yard & Co._ _First the Infant THE SEVEN LITTLE FRIENDS We know you cannot think or talk, And then some day into your eyes There comes a look exceeding wise. Each hour with wonder new is fraught; He wonders what it was he thought And she "loves muvver awful hard!" Like morning-glory's soft unfolding, In the soft soil of little lives And grows like anything; Now love grows very fast, and so Homeward runs little Broken-heart, I do think maps are awful queer, I wonder if they ever think Where the daisies looked like star-tracks, There is so much I want to know. I think, when I grow big and tall, Then, with a happy little sound, In days that have to come to me. Who wanted me like anything, And have the wonders all come true "It--it's a lovely day!" he said. I think it's beautiful to-day!"	./cache/45270.txt	./txt/45270.txt