A New Term, par Teddy

A New Term

What happens to a new term?

Does it change

as night and day?

Or wet like rain

And then goes?

Does it give hope?

Or make life hard

like a lollipop?

Maybe it seems easy

like a writen paper,

Or does it blow?

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Beside the warm fire the family sits near, The son crawls, yawns, Rests his little head On pa’s chest;