Trimmed and Burning

Keep your lamps

trimmed And burning

The end of night is near


Only four more poems,

Music to our ears

Children don’t get weary


Keep your lamps trimmed

and burning

Echoing in my ear


Poetess with pen in hand

Draws near

Children don’t get weary

The finish line we’ll clear



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