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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Don't get sucked up by worry it shall never let you be. be a child, not in a hurry and delight in lifes own glee!

The silver icing on the clouds
is hiding 'neath the turned up fluff.

But for sure it'll draw crowds
to taste its cakes and sweet cream puffs.
The rays of sun are winking
like a rascal at the girl.
And the big, pale moon is thinking
that it's a priceless, giant pearl!
I'll skip along the clover,
emerald fields of clean, fresh air.
You can sit and think it over,
but I shall never have a care!
The snowflakes are candy sprinkles,
falling in a rainbow down on me.
Landing on the crevice of each wrinkle.
But how they fill me up with glee!
You can run from a buzzing  bee.
Why, it only wants to play!
Sipping from the honeycomb I'll be fancy-free.
To fear it would only cause myself dismay.

Submitted: December 24, 2014

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i like your style, i learned a few things from it.

Wed, December 24th, 2014 3:20pm

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