Allegra

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Remove the boiling vortex It is warm, like a hot plate So the heat must be drained quickly. To complete the removal of the vortex, Water must be placed through the vortex, And vinegar will be added through drops every 37 seconds. The raw vortex will crack Like an egg into a beaker. Then you stir gently until liquid drops. Filter the liquid for four hours, Then allow the curds that are removed from the liquid sit and drain. Once this is done the vortex will be safe.


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i wish you would want to Understand. if only you knew you Care. we only want to give you a Hand.

to make you Stand Tall as the sky. we just want to make things Fair. i wish you would want to Understand.

in my eyes you are nothing but Grand. i wish you would come out of your Lair. we only want to give you a Hand.

it seems like you want to Hide, beneath the land. you coming out is so Rare, i wish you would want to Understand

you are nothing but a tiny Strand, not wanting to Expand. i just want to Repair your Scare. we only want to give you a Hand.

i try not to Push you the Wrong Way, or else you will snap like a rubber band. you dont Care you Swear. i wish you would want to Understand. we only want to give you a Hand.


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__** Children’s Hour **__ __** By Henry Lo **____** ngfellow **__



Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour.

I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.

From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.

A whisper, and then a silence: Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting and planning together To take me by surprise.

A sudden rush from the stairway, A sudden raid from the hall! By three doors left unguarded They enter my castle wall!

They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere.

They almost devour me with kisses, Their arms about me entwine, Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!

Do you think, o blue-eyed banditti, Because you have scaled the wall, Such an old mustache as I am Is not a match for you all!

I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart.

And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in dust away!


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