*Our wind chimes sound like loose -
change jingling in Granpa's britches
He's coming in the door from a day at Scott -
Lake with a wry comment on Bluegill fishing
Every time the wind blows at the house I'm wishing
that I could be with him for just a smidgen* ...
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 12:43 PM UTC
*Our wind chimes sound like loose -
change jingling in Granpa's britches
He's coming in the door from a day at Scott -
Lake with a wry comment on Bluegill fishing
Every time the wind blows at the house I'm wishing
that I could be with him for just a smidgen* ...
Copyright October 2 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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