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Oct 2011
They ask me why a bird can fly,
And why I choose to dance.
Why is blue the color of the sky?
Why are my socks outside of my pants?

I simply answer
With a smile and a wink.
I start a war
To make them think.


So ask me why my ice is hot
  
          You say "Why?"
          I say "Why not?"
Mady Willden
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