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By bobc
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02 July 2008 |
All sizes and colors. The ball fits in my pocket but mom knows it is there
She lets me take it to the park and almost any where
I bounce it hard so it will fly as I wish I could
Bricks make it fly higher than it does on floors of wood
My bouncing ball is my best mate when I want to play
No matter if the sun is out or on a rainy day
Sometimes it hides from me, rolling from my sight
But I will look in every place if it takes all night
My favorite place to bounce my ball is in the park, you know
I can bounce and bouunce and bounce again, 'til mom says "time to go Only registered users can rate and write comments. Please login or register. Powered by AkoComment 2.0! |