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I have a very special friend. Who visits me each day. Some times we only sit and talk, Sometimes we run and play. She tells me that this world of ours Is filled with wondrous things. She loves the squirrel that scurries by. She loves the lark that sings. Some times she gets real busy. With her paint in little jugs. She puts the orange on robins, And black spots on lady bugs. She flies up to the heavens Painting clouds across the skies. At night time she's the teacher, Who makes the owls so wise. She sometimes looks for cotton balls And then uses all she finds. She puts white tails on bunnies To hide their bare behinds. Her touch can make the flowers bloom. Her breath can start the wind. And when she turns the rain clouds back, The tree limbs shake and bend. Some days we play those special games That only we two know We laugh and run and jump and shout, Where does the time all go? She told me it was really fun When she added slow to snails. And she was very proud that she Put the wag in puppies tails. Before I met her, these were things I didn't understand. But since my friend has come to me, I find life really grand. My mother never sees her. But I tell her what we do. She says when she was little She had a nice friend, too. She tells me when I'm older This friend may stay away. But now this special friend and I Will cherish everyday. —Grandpa Tucker |
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