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by Edgar Allan Poe

Helen,thy beauty is to me

Like those Nicean barks of yore,

That gently,o er  a perfumed sea,

The weary,waywon wanderer bore

To his own native shore.

On desperate seas long wont to roam,

Thy hyacinth hair,thy classic face,

Thy Naiad airs have brought me home

To the glory that was Greece

And the grandeur that was Rome.

when you wave to a friend.you are using sign language.when you smile at someone ,you meat to be friendly. when you put one finger in front of your mouth, you meat"be quiet".

yet, people in different countries may use different sign languages.

once an englishman was in italy. he could speak little italian. one day while he was walking in the street ,he left hungry and went into restaurant .when the waiter came ,the englishman opened his month, put his fingers into it, and took them out again and moved his lips. in this way, he meant to say"bring me something to eat."but the waiter brought him a lot of things to drink :first tea,then coffee,then milk, but no food. the englishmanwasglad that he was not able to tell the waiter he was hungry.....

Today is saturday.the weather is cool .

I have a good time this morning.

I like colour is blue and yellow.

what clour do your like ?