The Return of Fun
When we find ourselves having fun again,
Of the kind that:
Wriggles our toes.
Tickles our nose,
Wiggles our hips,
And Jiggles our mind into remembering,
The fun we once had,
And can have again,
When the right people are around,
To inject the fun back into our day.
We will know no bounds,
With the fun people around,
With the safe people around,
Reason enough to let out,
Only cheerful sounds,
From lips that had forgotten,
How fun sounds,
To ears that long to hear again the sound,
Of of fun and laughter in the air.
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