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The Little Old Table

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Creak, little wood thing, creak,     When I touch you with elbow or knee;     That is the way you speak     Of one who gave you to me!     You, little table, she brought -     Brought me with her own hand,     As she looked at me with a thought     That I did not understand.     - Whoever owns it anon,     And hears it, will never know     What a history hangs upon     This creak from long ago.

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