By: Ardis E. Parshall - January 10, 2018 “I stood one day in far-off France with a group of boys about me. The colorful old lamplighter came with his interesting cape and his stiff-brimmed hat. He started to light the lamps. He lit this one; then he crossed the way and lit another. Then again, and this one did not burn very easily; he had to go up the post and clean it out. He was patient, and finally the light came on. We smiled, and...
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