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Refreshing sameness twists me round
like a seesaw in the ground
Looking up the time is new
all the while my thoughts are you
Listening to the sweet birds sound
peace and hope is what Iv'e found
Precious ticks they seem so few
the sky's a wondrous shade of blue
My fate's no longer sealed or bound
like a new born baby hound
The twinkle in your eye's a clue
stuck to you I am like glue
Stepping to the pitchers mound
happy times have got me wound
Enjoying this I want to do
I hope you all can see it too
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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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