I have a son
who is always fun
climbs he on the trees
calls from there cheese
jumps down with a thud
tramps on the plants with buds
runs up to the road fast
turns back without a cast
plays on the heap of sand
rolls down with a noisy land
it is curious to see him play
Oh, I have forgotten all the more
the son of mine is young no longer
he is a responsible father now
his son would play the same way as of now.
Month: May 2015
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The Indicative Words.
This falls into that
that converges into this
one being a little near
the other being very far
the pointing goes with the finger
the indication shows the range
this and that are relative words
used often in this world
an easy way to place the status
a facilitator to remain out of focus
well, that be the nuance of the language
the greatness of the English language.
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