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By A. A. Milne Halfway down the stairs Is a stair Where I sit. There isn't any other stair quite like it. I'm not at the bottom, I'm not at the top: This is the stair Where I always stop. |
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Is not up, And it isn't down. It isn't in the nursery, It isn't in the town. And all sorts of funny thoughts Run rounds of my head: It isn't really Anywhere! It's somewhere else Instead! |
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