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Seligor's Castle, fun for all the children of the world.
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Sun, 12 Jul 2009
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Hello and welcome to SELIGOR'S CASTLE. I hope you enjoy this new poem
FOR THE VERY YOUNG
My Shadow
by Robert
Louis Stevenson
 I have a little shadow that goes in and
out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than
I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up
to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump
into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he
likes to grow--
Not at all like proper children, which is
always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an
india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes goes so little that
there's none of him at all.
 He hasn't
got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool
of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close behind me, he's a coward
you can see;
I'd think shame to stick
to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
One morning, very early,
before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every
buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant
sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast
asleep in bed.
Posted 14:06
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