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Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest

Curly Locks

Curly locks, what do you know of the world,
And what do your brown eyes see?
Has your baby mind been able to find
One thread of the mystery?
Do you know of the sorrow and pain that lie
In the realms that you’ve never seen?
Have you even guessed of the great unrest
In the world where you’ve never been?
Curly locks, what do you know of the world
And what do you see in the skies?
When you solemnly stare at the world out there
Can you see where the future lies?
What wonderful thoughts are you thinking now?
Can it be that you really know
That beyond your youth there are joy and truth,
On the way that you soon must go?

#1917 #EnglishWriters #JustFolks

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