Little tears ran down a dear face.
Round and sweet her cherub.
I want a bike cried my Little Sweet.
Baby, baby, Momma does not have money today.
Mom, Mom she cried everyone has one.
A rainbow appeared from nowhere.
Up and up Momma and Little Sweet went.
Clouds, clouds fluffy and heavy they stepped upon.
Wrapped in tendrils of love a golden and red bike sat.
Running happily toward the bike Little Sweet grasped the
bike and said "mine".
Momma cried and weeped tears of joy.
Circle, circle her and daughter dance around.
Thank you they cried and descended down.
Little Sweet riding fast and giggling happily.
By Felicia McCaw
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