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Little Boy Blue

One of the very first poems I learned outside of nursery rhymes,. My grandfather, a writer taught it to me as a very young girl and perhaps this poem was what caused me to love writing and literature. Puff the Magic Dragon had a similar message as did Frost's Stopping By The Woods One Snowy Evening. In the case of O'Neil, he did, in fact, write this about the son he lost at a young age and he never quite recovered; who does when one buries his child? A visit to the Eugene O'Neil Home in St. Louis is a great take. Beautiful poem, beautigful message some 48 years later, I remember sitting on my grandfather's lap as he read it to me.

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