I’m cold, said the mouse
To the clock on the shelf.
This winter time weather
Is hard on myself.
I’m old said the year as
It wearily looked
At the torn calendar
Which Laid out in the book
Then bouncing with joy
The new year toddled in
The smile of discovery
Above his wee chin.
Let us go! was his shout
As he tossed the old year.
What adventure we’ll have
Now the new one is here
Sophomore Style Update
3 years ago
1 comment:
Good for the youth! That's the spirit.
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