Priorities
Flying up so high
Toe-tips touch the sky
Clouds laugh at me here below
Stones rush by my toes
And back the swing goes
Then up in the blue I go
Stand and push the swing
Many songs, I sing
Can’t do a thing on my list
But swing her awhile
And take in her smile
There’s nothing better than this
1 comment:
This is better than anything else we have to do!
:)
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