The First Lie

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Title:     The First Lie
Author: Helen Leah Reed [More Titles by Reed]

I'm sure I did not break this cup;
It just fell down,--I know it did--
For I was only climbing up,
Why do they keep the cake-box hid?--
I wanted such a little bit!
And then I heard that creaking door,
I can't tell what it was I hit,
Nor how that cup got on the floor.

The shelf it stood on was too high,
That cup my mother loved the most!
Oh dear! I never told a lie,
And mother whispered, "Do not boast,"
The day I said I never could.
(But there's that broken cup!)--and then
I promised that I never would--
So--I'll not tell a lie--again.

[The end]
Helen Leah Reed's poem: First Lie

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