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Robert Louis Stevenson - My Treasures
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These nuts, that I keep in the back of the nest, 
Where all my tin soldiers are lying at rest, 
Were gathered in Autumn by nursie and me 
In a wood with a well by the side of the sea. 

This whistle we made (and how clearly it sounds!) 
By the side of a field at the end of the grounds. 
Of a branch of a plane, with a knife of my own, 
It was nursie who made it, and nursie alone! 

The stone, with the white and the yellow and grey, 
We discovered I cannot tell HOW far away; 
And I carried it back although weary and cold, 
For though father denies it, I`m sure it is gold. 

But of all my treasures the last is the king, 
For there`s very few children possess such a thing; 
And that is a chisel, both handle and blade, 
Which a man who was really a carpenter made.
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