Chicadee
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Hilda Conkling
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The chickadee in the appletree
talks all the time very gently.
He makes me sleepy.
I rock away to the sea-lights.
far off I hear him talking
the way smooth bright pebbles
drop into water . . .
Chick-a-dee-dee-dee . . .
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