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Stacking Blocks
He grins beneath those golden locks
And stacks his blocks
And stacks his blocks
With non-stop and incessant talk
He stacks those blocks
And stacks those blocks
And then so he can take a walk
Pulls off his socks
Pulls off his socks
And drives his truck into those blocks
To watch them drop
To watch them drop
With giggling that never stops
He stacks his blocks
And stacks his blocks
Copyright ©
Jeff Kyser
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