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LITTLE PEOPLE I was looking out the window when I saw these little guys. I knew they were real happy by the twinkle in their eyes. They tried to catch each other dancing around a flowerpot. I think they were from the forest, because they loved animals a lot. They talked to all the little birds that come here to eat their fill. One fellow called his friend Ben, and Ben called the other Bill. As I watched, I saw another coming, he was rushing down the hill. He slipped and fell upon his knees but he was smiling still. His name was Fred I heard Ben say, they invited him to come and play. I saw three happy little people frolic the night away. My wife said I had a dream and I began to think so too, until I left to go to work, By the flowerpot was a little shoe! Monty
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