Hey guys. Tomorrow I have to submit article for magazine. will you Pls help me. It is urgent .A poem or a story.
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Most every night when they're in bed,
Most every night when they're in bed,And both their little prayers have said,
Most every night when they're in bed,And both their little prayers have said,They shout for me to come upstairs
Most every night when they're in bed,And both their little prayers have said,They shout for me to come upstairsAnd tell them tales of gypsies bold,
Most every night when they're in bed,And both their little prayers have said,They shout for me to come upstairsAnd tell them tales of gypsies bold,And eagles with the claws that hold
Most every night when they're in bed,And both their little prayers have said,They shout for me to come upstairsAnd tell them tales of gypsies bold,And eagles with the claws that holdA baby's weight, and fairy sprites
Most every night when they're in bed,And both their little prayers have said,They shout for me to come upstairsAnd tell them tales of gypsies bold,And eagles with the claws that holdA baby's weight, and fairy spritesThat roam the woods on starry nights.
Most every night when they're in bed,And both their little prayers have said,They shout for me to come upstairsAnd tell them tales of gypsies bold,And eagles with the claws that holdA baby's weight, and fairy spritesThat roam the woods on starry nights.And I must illustrate these tales,
Most every night when they're in bed,And both their little prayers have said,They shout for me to come upstairsAnd tell them tales of gypsies bold,And eagles with the claws that holdA baby's weight, and fairy spritesThat roam the woods on starry nights.And I must illustrate these tales,Must imitate the northern gales
Most every night when they're in bed,And both their little prayers have said,They shout for me to come upstairsAnd tell them tales of gypsies bold,And eagles with the claws that holdA baby's weight, and fairy spritesThat roam the woods on starry nights.And I must illustrate these tales,Must imitate the northern galesThat toss the native man's canoe,
Most every night when they're in bed,And both their little prayers have said,They shout for me to come upstairsAnd tell them tales of gypsies bold,And eagles with the claws that holdA baby's weight, and fairy spritesThat roam the woods on starry nights.And I must illustrate these tales,Must imitate the northern galesThat toss the native man's canoe,And show the way he paddles, too.
Most every night when they're in bed,And both their little prayers have said,They shout for me to come upstairsAnd tell them tales of gypsies bold,And eagles with the claws that holdA baby's weight, and fairy spritesThat roam the woods on starry nights.And I must illustrate these tales,Must imitate the northern galesThat toss the native man's canoe,And show the way he paddles, too.If in the story comes a bear,
Most every night when they're in bed,And both their little prayers have said,They shout for me to come upstairsAnd tell them tales of gypsies bold,And eagles with the claws that holdA baby's weight, and fairy spritesThat roam the woods on starry nights.And I must illustrate these tales,Must imitate the northern galesThat toss the native man's canoe,And show the way he paddles, too.If in the story comes a bear,I have to pause and sniff the air
Most every night when they're in bed,And both their little prayers have said,They shout for me to come upstairsAnd tell them tales of gypsies bold,And eagles with the claws that holdA baby's weight, and fairy spritesThat roam the woods on starry nights.And I must illustrate these tales,Must imitate the northern galesThat toss the native man's canoe,And show the way he paddles, too.If in the story comes a bear,I have to pause and sniff the airAnd show the way he climbs the trees
Most every night when they're in bed,And both their little prayers have said,They shout for me to come upstairsAnd tell them tales of gypsies bold,And eagles with the claws that holdA baby's weight, and fairy spritesThat roam the woods on starry nights.And I must illustrate these tales,Must imitate the northern galesThat toss the native man's canoe,And show the way he paddles, too.If in the story comes a bear,I have to pause and sniff the airAnd show the way he climbs the treesTo steal the honey from the bees.
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It is the two part of poem..
