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I wonder how long it has been Since this old calendar hung here, With my birthday date upon it, Nothing else -- not a word of writing -- Not a mark of any hand.
Perhaps it was my father Who left it thus For me to see.
Perhaps my mother Smiled as she saw it; But in later years did not smile.
If I could tear it down, From the wall Somehow I would be content.
But I am afraid, as a little child, to touch it.