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Little boys playing in the dirt The kind of germs that never hurt Mud pies, sticks, and rocks piled high Making mom a dirt surprise Little bits of imagination ...

The hands-on clock reach for every moment in front of it There’s no going back to try and catch lost hours, and yet One day those hands will be...

Daddy played the fiddle Children happily dancing in the middle Round and round we would go As daddy played, he tapped his toes Cowboy boots would scoot To daddy’s...

Under the canopy of the big elm tree There’s excitement, a buzz in front of me Playful butterflies like kites in the skies Filling the longing in my eyes...

Look ahead to brighter days Leave today’s painfilled ways Each day brings on new trials Yesterday’s troubles already are filed Keep Fighting to rise above Ask for help from...

There are days I must confideI scream, but only inside I won’t let words outTo walk or run about I’ll keep my words stuckSo I will not spew yuck...

The Monarch  The king of all the Butterflies  The Monarchs prominent but also wise Instinctively she plays her part Up to 4 inches long and a work of art...

The Look of a Cowboys weathered face His outdoor lifelines are easy to trace Dusty trails in summertime  Winter shivers down his spine There’s a map on a cowboys...

In your heart, it’s unsettled  Your emotions all nettled  Not even sure how you feel about life Covid 19 has created so much strife You made it this far...