Tickle
The suns bright rays,
they tickle my nose
make me sneeze,
ACHOO!
The feather so soft,
it tickles my toes
makes me laugh,
WAHOO!
The hand so gentle
it tickles my soul
makes me say
I DO!
Copyright © Trudy Diane Rider | Year Posted 2009
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