Isn't it strange some people make You feel so tired inside, Your thoughts begin to shrivel up Like leaves all brown and dried! But when you're with some other ones, It's stranger still to find Your thoughts as thick as fireflies All shiny in your mind! —Rachel Field
Some people talk and talk and never say a thing. Some people look at you and birds begin to sing. Some people laugh and laugh and yet you want to cry. Some people touch your hand and music fills the sky. —Charlotte Zolotow
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