To me
To me
The sky is purple with pink polka dots
To me
The grass is orange with blue spots
To me
The tree is a mast on a great ship
To me
Picking a flower is like going on a wonderful trip
To me
Happiness is a child skipping by
To me
Being with you is like flying thru the sky
The tree is a mast on a great ship
To me
Picking a flower is like going on a wonderful trip
To me
Happiness is a child skipping by
To me
Being with you is like flying thru the sky
Written By Rebecca Powell Merkle
Posted on 09/22/12
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