Sitting and thinking of nothing at all
Theres such a great time between now and next fall.
The leaves rustle in trees that will be bare
But you play on the lawn with not a care.
Theres such a freedom in an innocent mind,
Everything is right if not everyone is kind.
Laughing and playing
Jumping and swaying.
The imagination is free to fly
As the years slowly pass by.
To see things in black and white
That would be such a sight.
Little ones are something to treasure
For their love of life is not something you can measure.














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Never be afraid to laugh at yourself, after all, you could be missing out on the joke of the century.
Dame Edna Everage
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