I
am sure that some of the things mentioned in the following poem have
also been special to you and have made you...
SMILEDo you know what makes me
smile? The clothes upon the line.My nose picks up
the fragrance, so delicate and fine.The forget-me-
nots, you know the ones? At my Grandma's creekIn
April you can find that they've come out to take a peek.
The new mown grass surpasses any Estee Lauder
And watching minnows swimming in the cool and clear creek water
And there are the birds, just stop and listen to
the evening thrushI'm sure that he must be the king
of my woodland brushAnd kind old Uncle John, who
would let me candle eggsand go with him to call the
cows and wait for my short legsTo run off picking
Pussy Willows among the bogs in springThen off to
search for Cattails in fall, such a majestic thing
As on and on through life we goDon't miss a thing
because you never knowWhich of these things you
see or hearWill make you smile from ear to ear.
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