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I rode all day. I cried all night. The moon didn’t glow. The sun didn’t rise. A comet blazed Between my eyes. West and South, Wind and rain. Every way is Just the same. Pray give me a box To hide inside. Pray give me a spade To dig my own grave.

Gail Carson Levine

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Gail Carson Levine
Age: 77
Born: 1947
Born: September 17
Author
Writer
New York
United States
Giving
Moon
Boxes
Spades
Every
Wind
Rise
Comets
Way
Inside
Pray
Rode
Eyes
Rain
Glow
Eye
Praying
Cried
Night
West
Grave
Blazed
Didn
South
Graves
Comet
Give
Sun
Hide
Spade

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