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EXTREMES
I
A little boy once played so loudThat the Thunder, up in a thunder-cloud,
Said, “Since I can't be heard, why, then
I'll never, never thunder again!”
II
And a little girl once kept so stillThat she heard a fly on the window-sill
Whisper and say to a ladybird,—
“She's the stilliest child I ever heard.”
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