Cocks crow at dawn, it’s morn, it’s morn
No reason for the earth to stay on
forlorn
Sing joy, sing hope, sing away O
little bird
There’s a loving Father for us, a
Savior Lord
Ground and garden, on every bush
and tree
Run happy O squirrels, Nature’s gifts are free
Butterflies of all colors, of all
blends and hues
Hover over smiling flowers, send off
all blues
Every minute, every moment live
in gratitude
Our life is not enough to get
done being good
Xavier Bage
Wed, March 30, 2016
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