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Finger paintings
Contributed by
walt
on
Friday, 19th September 2003 @ 07:35:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
ChildrensPoetry
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Time is no stranger to the day It takes the good allows for the rest to play little children upon the stage
Pick your tale tell it in the wind walking to the corner I view golden class
Her gift is free to think what I will ask such is the real point which to measure from
what is the difference between the earth circling the sun only some will know
how to answer that it was all written in the kingdom found inside his hat
love it holds me where will I go I think I have traveled land of Ice and snow
children playing in the street a friendly snowman is what you meet
can the door swing open can the song appear What is the value a single solitary tear
daddy is sleeping in another room mothers in the bedroom humming hypnotic tune
I write poetry to the stars the moon asks why I must I be the one to leave so soon.
Time is the binder when all that said and done the relationship is liken the moon until the sun
Copyright ©
walt
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2003-09-19 19:35:00] (Date/Time posted on
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