I carry you with me everywhere I goA moment in my heart, a second in my headI bug you all day long, and you developed that thick skinI really do not mean to be a pestI am just a little girl trying to find her muse and your thumb seem just available
Why am I smiling?......... Nice poem....pure love
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ReplyDeleteIt is always a blessing to be accepted and accomodated.