Geeezzzz Danie!
I list of joys, “Oh boy.”
Well, (1) I know is I have hands
(2) of them, “You understand?”
(3) my son, took two to make he
(4) a pair of eyes and glasses to see
My voice OH yes, to sings a joy
(a hammer and nails to pin down the hoi polloi)
My homes a gift, I give to me
The lawn, the flowers and the trees!
A heart to love and sensitivity.
God bless my Dad’s gift of wanderlust
And the whole world’s a gift from He to me!
Good food, clean water, my health
I know the list should go on endlessly.
But SO hard to stop being a whiney baby!
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