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One penny gleams in the ever-moving pool the gleam of a dream of a child who believed every fountain to be a wishing well

The clouds are like puddles in the sky tonight Dark blue against the peach of my sunset Oh that I could splash my feet in them Oh that I could wet the heavens with every leap And send the puddles falling to Earth

                                              The Lord of the Flies:                                                    The Epilogue Ralph was lying alone on the bunk he had been given. Another boy shared the room and slept on the lower bunk, but he was a littleun and Ralph didn’t know his name. He stayed in the room mostly, cramped between the lumpy mattress and the ceiling. When he did go out, the other boys that had gone to Jack’s tribe didn’t look at him. When he saw Roger, he had flashes of masked faces and a frenzied flight through the jungle. He was getting hungry, but he didn’t want to move. Especially not if w

The Candle Burn bright Little firefly, Don't fly Away Stay shining In a sea of darkness Immune to the Lapping waves of the ocean A buoy bobbing In a pitch-black abyss The dark stretches forever But for a small light The one little firefly That still burns bright