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The tumbleweed tumbles toward the tall tree,
The tree traps the wind and shelters the weed.
The rain wets the dry dusty dirt from above,
The dirt turns to mud and slows down the bug.
The bug climbs aboard the giant round weed,
And off for a ride the weed takes the bug.
A new world to find the bug rolls along,
Going wherever the wind whisks it on.
Ending up miles from where he was born,
The bug takes a stroll upon his new lawn.
The sun ,then a shadow, a foot stepped upon!
The bug is no more, the wind carrys on,
To blow when it wants, and carry us on.
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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