Brimming Beauty
It's time to do the singing,
and I ready for my springing
no need to do any clinging, if looking for me, you will see, and
always find me Brimming
You will not find me swimming, and you will
never find me hemming
don't' like dirt or stemming
wherever the clouds are spinning, newspapers will be printing
You always find me Brimming
No need for any grinning, this is not sinning
loving this new beginning
looking for me, you will see, and you will
always find me Brimming
Copyright © Barbara Green | Year Posted 2019
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