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<blockquote data-quote="chris lowe" data-source="post: 781102"><p>I had Rober Louis Stephenson's book of childrens poetry when I was little and then used to read them to my son at bedtimes.</p><p></p><p>Land of Counterpane</p><p></p><p></p><p>When I was sick and lay a-bed,</p><p>I had two pillows at my head,</p><p>And all my toys beside me lay,</p><p>To keep me happy all the day.</p><p></p><p>And sometimes for an hour or so</p><p>I watched my leaden soldiers go,</p><p>With different uniforms and drills,</p><p>Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;</p><p></p><p>And sometimes sent my ships in fleets</p><p>All up and down among the sheets;</p><p>Or brought my trees and houses out,</p><p>And planted cities all about.</p><p></p><p>I was the giant great and still</p><p>That sits upon the pillow-hill,</p><p>And sees before him, dale and plain,</p><p>The pleasant land of counterpane.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="chris lowe, post: 781102"] I had Rober Louis Stephenson's book of childrens poetry when I was little and then used to read them to my son at bedtimes. Land of Counterpane When I was sick and lay a-bed, I had two pillows at my head, And all my toys beside me lay, To keep me happy all the day. And sometimes for an hour or so I watched my leaden soldiers go, With different uniforms and drills, Among the bed-clothes, through the hills; And sometimes sent my ships in fleets All up and down among the sheets; Or brought my trees and houses out, And planted cities all about. I was the giant great and still That sits upon the pillow-hill, And sees before him, dale and plain, The pleasant land of counterpane. [/QUOTE]
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