Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Antics Swirl Around

Spin, spin, spin
I whirl and twirl
In the mosey meadow
Colors swirling around
Blue sky and white clouds
Green grass and grey stones
And my lemon-chiffon sundress
All whirling and twirling
As I spin through the field
Falling on my back
With my eyes closed
A smile crosses my lips
Before it is shattered
In a hail of giggles

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