Oh, to be home again, home again, home again! Under the apple-boughs, down by the mill!
James Thomas FieldsEggs," said Henry dreamily, looking at his plate. "I do love eggs. I could eat them all day.
Clockwork PrinceHis plate was full but his fists sat motionless like two dark quartz stones on either side of it.
The Complete StoriesMagnus, you were trying to flirt with your own plate." "I'm a very open-minded sort of fellow!
The Bane ChroniclesWe clean our plates, yet we’re still famished—starving for something other than food.
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