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English Sonnet
By Brenda B. Covert |
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, 6 The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; 7 But then begins a journey in my head, 8 To work my mind, when body's work's expired: | He's worked hard all day and can't 9 wait to go to sleep, but his thoughts Paragraphs 10 to 76: For the complete story with questions: click here for printable Weekly Reading Books
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