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| © Oliverio Written by Mrs. CarPeo |
Look up little one,
There in the sky,
The pipes march by,
A tune is in the air.
Not a clack,
The faceless face
Jaunty, not black,
Not blank.
There in the sky,
The pipes march by,
A tune is in the air.
Not a clack,
The faceless face
Jaunty, not black,
Not blank.
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If the Thanksgiving Day Parade floats
ReplyDeletecould march on their own…
You have, once again,
Deleteratcheted my imagination
into a very high gear!