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Bright as a penny
He captures the hearts of many
My emotions, a toy-he plays around with them
He tosses them back and forth..where?..u can't fathom
Stories-oh yes, he loves to tell
He'd keep u right under his spell
Made of fun and glazed with frolic
He knows just what makes me tick
Excitement dances in his beautiful eye
Like twinkling stars on a pitch black sky
A master of many an art
He's resides deep down in my heart
He captures the hearts of many
My emotions, a toy-he plays around with them
He tosses them back and forth..where?..u can't fathom
Stories-oh yes, he loves to tell
He'd keep u right under his spell
Made of fun and glazed with frolic
He knows just what makes me tick
Excitement dances in his beautiful eye
Like twinkling stars on a pitch black sky
A master of many an art
He's resides deep down in my heart
1 comment:
awesom poems... well worded... strangely no mokais!!! hmmmm :)
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