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                                                      Sonnet 18
                                            By William Shakespeare                           TRACK 14


              Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day?         Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
              Thou art more lovely and more temperate:        Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest
              Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, in his shade, When in eternal lines to
              And Summer’s lease hath all too short a date:   time thou growest:
              Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,      So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
              And oft’ is his gold complexion dimm’d;         So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
              And every fair from fair sometime declines,                       Source: https://bit.ly/2wIICKv

              By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d:
              But thy eternal Summer shall not fade                                       thee
                                                                                          thou
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                                                        Dirty Face
                                                  By Shel Silverstein                            TRACK 15




               Where did you get such a dirty face,                                               dirty (adj.):
                                                                                                  sucio
               My darling dirty-faced child?                                                      chew (v.):
                                                                                                  masticar
               I got it from crawling along in the dirt                                           coal (n.):
                                                                                                  carbón
               And biting two buttons off Jeremy's shirt.                                         wrestle (v.):
                                                                                                  luchar
               I got it from chewing the roots of a rose
               And digging for clams in the yard with my nose.
               I got it from peeking into a dark cave
               And painting myself like a Navajo brave.

               I got it from playing with coal in the bin
               And signing my name in cement with my chin.
               I got it from rolling around on the rug
               And giving the horrible dog a big hug.
               I got it from finding a lost silver mine
               And eating sweet blackberries right off the vine.
               I got it from ice cream and wrestling and tears

               And from having more fun than you've had in years.
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                        •  Choose one of the poems you listened to and show the class how you read it aloud.


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