Little Pointed Head
Well bless your little pointed head
You catch me when I fall
And thanks for finding cushions
When I slam into a wall
You always know I'm somewhere
There's no buffalo to roam
I'm mapless and I'm clueless
But quite sure I'm close to home
So bless your little pointed head
You answer when I call
And help me dream I'm somewhere
When I'm nowhere after all
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2010
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