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A Laughing Springtime Child
Her locker was just outside the classroom door
And sometimes during class change I called out
Confusing numbers as she worked and turned
The combination lock: “12...32...”
Ashley indulged her teacher’s feeble attempts
At humor, twirled the dial exactly right,
Popped open the locker, and laughed:
“Ya can’t fool me, Mr. Hall; I am good!”
And indeed you were, and are, and will be forever,
Forever our happy, laughing springtime child
“And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.”
-- Hamlet, V.ii.371
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