Many times a year ago, there was a little tyke
He loved to skip, run, and walk, to ride his shiny bike
Back when he was fun enough to frolick in the snow
He lived in the sunshine of his love without the woe
He aged a little, but kept his youthful grin
The same looking face that's normally quite a sin
Playing the same childhood games, happiness and bliss
Living in the warm embrace of youth, her tender kiss
Now this child so young and alive is a wise old man of ninety two
His hair is grey, his skin is wrinkled, his height so high it grew
But still skipping through the daisies one can see this wise old fart
He knows the smartest way to go is to stay a kid at heart














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Personally, I'd like to always be a kid at heart, but I don't think it'll happen~ (It certainly seems to be working for my Dad, however! ^^ )
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I believe I've laughed enough to live forever--well, at least until the end of the world. We'll just have to see what happens then.
llap Shae
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"to forgive is human to forget divine"- James Grand
"A house without books is like a room without windows." - Horace Mann
"But still skipping through the daisies one can see this wise old fart
He knows the smartest way to go is to stay a kid at heart"
Notice my tagline below....
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Inter-dimensional portal to my gallery contents
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For the same reason you can't see your nose on Thursdays.
Play and laugh like you did when you were young, an excellent message.
You have found the fountain of youth; Ponce de Leon should have stayed home and played tag.
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"No time for the old in and out; I've just come to read your meter"
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For the same reason you can't see your nose on Thursdays.
Tag I'm it [link]
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For the same reason you can't see your nose on Thursdays.
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