Blog by Shalu Kumari | Digital Diary

The Wonder of My Body My head is on top,  I think with my brain.  I have eyes to see,  I look around again.    My nose is small and fine,  I breathe in and out.  I have a mouth to eat,  I drink and shout,.    My hands are strong and true,  I use them every day.  I holy and grasp and play.  I Work in my own way,.     

  Miss polly Had A Dolly Miss polly had a dolly. Who was sick. sick. sick. So she called for the doctor. To be quick. quick. quick.    The doctor Came. With his bag and his hat,  And he knocked at the door  With a rat ,a, tar, tar.    He looked at the dolly  And he Shook his head.  And he said, Miss polly,  Put her Straight to bed.,    He Wrote Out a paper  For a pill, pill, pill.,  I, ll be back in the morning  With the bill, bill, bill.,               

  Miss polly Had A Dolly Miss polly had a dolly. Who was sick. sick. sick. So she called for the doctor. To be quick. quick. quick.    The doctor Came. With his bag and his hat,  And he knocked at the door  With a rat ,a, tar, tar.    He looked at the dolly  And he Shook his head.  And he said, Miss polly,  Put her Straight to bed.,    He Wrote Out a paper  For a pill, pill, pill.,  I, ll be back in the morning  With the bill, bill, bill.,               

Margie even wrote about it that night in her diary. on the page headed 17 May 2157, she wrote, "Today tommy found a real book!" It was a very old book. Margie,s grandfather  once said that when he was a little boy his grandfather told him that there was a time when all stories were printed on paper:they turned the pages, which were yellow  and crinkly ,and it was awfully funny to read words that stood still instead of moving the way they were supposed to_on a screen, you know. and then when they turned back to the page before, it had the same  words on it thet iy had had when they read it the first time,"gee,"said tommy ,"what a waste. when you, re through with the book, you just, throw it away, i guess. our television screen must  have had  a million  books  on it and it, s good for plenty more, i wouldn, t throw it away." "same with mine," said margie. she was eleven and hadn,t seen as many telebook as  tommy had he was thirteen.she said,"where did you find it? "in my hous ."he pointed without looking, because he was busy reading, "in the attic."          "what,s it about?"   "school."