Hills of green ran soaring soaring long far as the eye beheld tomorrow
Mary her little lamb played count the stars of universe circle of cascading colors
Running they raced with wings of Jupiter fleetly evading each other tag and play
Catch me Catch me cried Lambert kicking his hind hoofs together quicks
Laughter bubbling on air of heavy curling shells that riveted the most melodious music showered the sky
Catching a furry round bundle of soft white fur of winter she cuddled her face in fur sweet heather
Rolling tumbling they chuckled with glee until stars glistened large white large
Finding a lake of sweet clear water of purple refresh they drenched thrist of ferocious
Picking cherry berries they ate one two three until replete with flushed contented happy
Casting a wish upon star of Jetson they magically appeared at home at door keep
By Felicia McCaw
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