Onward Tiny Soldiers
Rising at her early dawn, Love's precious babies
Riding atop tiny ponies; plastic swords swirling high
Amid the air; on to joyous victory they go *.* Stopping
To play hopscotch while Daddyyyy (* takes care of the rest.
Copyright © Johnny Rhinem | Year Posted 2013
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