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A night in June by William Wordsworth The sun has long been set, the stars are out by twos and threes, The little birds are piping yet among the bushes and trees; there's a cuckoo and one or two thrushes and a far-off wind that rushes...

for all time I'm free and livin' all alone Don't need your clothes, don't need your rent Don't need your ones and twos Though I ain't rich, I know my stitch I earned my strutting shoes Say, hand me the key that unlocks my front door...

the sun burns down vertically is a time for rest. After working since early in the morning then taking a short nap, in twos and threes people head for the olive grove, carrying snacks, a leisurely time for washing eyes in the deep blue...

B: Sorry, I can't help. A: Oh my! You look tired./ B: I slept for two hours./ A: You know what they say. Terrible twos!/ B: Yup. A: Join us for coffee. Taeoh's coming too./ B: Just us three?/ A: Yeah, why?/ B: I don't want to be the...