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Just as Reggie was leaning over to whisper back to Hanson, Daisy pinched him. He gave a little yelp and glared at her. But her eyes were innocently forward, her hands now folded on the table top.
From the corner of her mouth came a low warning. ‘Pay attention, Reggie!’ She nodded imperceptibly toward the side of the class, where the door was. The big, tall man who’d sung that other night was there.
Reggie breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he was here to sing to them and they could get up and dance. He caught Hanson’s eye and cocked his head toward the figure in the doorway.
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When Summer warms the hanging fruit and burns the berry brown/When straw is gold, and ear is white, and harvest comes to town/When honey spills, and apple swells, though wind be in the West/I'll linger here beneath the Sun, because my land is best!
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