As fresh as a daisy
And as dandy as a dogwood,
The spring Easter sky
Moved like a maypole.
Swirling with pastel teases
And blankets of cut grass breezes,
The picnic stills were painted brightly,
And the memories made there
Were remembered so fondly.
Sunday, April 06, 2008
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