Laying on lush green grass,
Just staring at the cloud pictures floating past,
Sit up, what shall we do next? Slide or swings?
O’ what joy no worries as a child brings.
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I still do the looking at the clouds to find the pictures thing, the running thing, falling down and grazing thing, coming home to dinner ready thing, off out again without a care in the world thing.... the joy of being male is, we never grow up! !
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I still do the looking at the clouds to find the pictures thing, the running thing, falling down and grazing thing, coming home to dinner ready thing, off out again without a care in the world thing.... the joy of being male is, we never grow up! !