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Stars.
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Poetry by Bern.
Stars.
Each Star high in the night’s sky,
Twinkling messages to far away,
Why are you all up so very high?
With all of you I cannot even play.
A lonely child is just one of my fates,
As I wander this earth so dark.
Were you twinkler’s all my mates?
You could each give me one spark.
Then I too could play with sparks,
It would keep me so happy I am sure,
Yet another one of my so playful larks.
As sure as my name is Bernard Shaw.
