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	<title>The Gladdest Thing &#187; William Henry Davies</title>
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		<title>Leisure</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Aug 2006 03:20:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Michelle McGinnis</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full [...]]]></description>
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We have no time to stand and stare.</p>
<p>No time to stand beneath the boughs<br />
And stare as long as sheep or cows.</p>
<p>No time to see, when woods we pass,<br />
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.</p>
<p>No time to see, in broad daylight,<br />
Streams full of stars like skies at night.</p>
<p>No time to turn at Beauty&#8217;s glance,<br />
And watch her feet, how they can dance.</p>
<p>No time to wait till her mouth can<br />
Enrich that smile her eyes began.</p>
<p>A poor life this if, full of care,<br />
We have no time to stand and stare.</p>
<p>&#8211; William Henry Davies</p>
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