THE OTHER ME.
He goes beside me in the sun ; And he is dark, though I am fair; Both when I walk and when I run, The Other Me is always there!
I often tell him things I know, But not a word has he to say; Yet still he goes the roads I go, And likes to play the games I play
Sometimes the Other Me is tall, And stretches far A far down the street. Sometimes the Other Me is small, 7 And tries to hide beneath my feet.
Last week the Other Me was lost; One bad day when it rained and blew, He hid when he was' wanted most; But where he Went I never knew.
He came hack when the lamp was lit; I saw him dance across the floor And jump into my bed and sit; How queer! I never heard the door! —Hamieh Hendry.
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Hawera Star, Volume XLVIII, 4 April 1925, Page 16
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151THE OTHER ME. Hawera Star, Volume XLVIII, 4 April 1925, Page 16
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