Pooh was trying to make up a piece of poetry about fir-cones because there they were, lying about on each side of him, and he felt singy. So he picked a fir-cone up and said to himself, “This is a very good fir-cone and something ought to rhyme to it.”~A.A.Milne #tuesdaythoughts pic.twitter.com/W0c2xcw4nQ
— A.A.Milne (@A_AMilne) December 15, 2020
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