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My Star
My star comes out
When I'm in bed,
There is a place to put my head
where I can watch it twinkle
high
in one small windowpane of sky.
~ Myra Cohn Livingston
This poem reminds me of my childhood bedroom, and how I always looked through one of my windows at bedtime, out into our dark backyard and the night sky. I still love to gaze up at the moon and the stars, looking for various constellations and searching for falling stars. What things do you still enjoy doing that you liked to do when you were younger?
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