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Tuesday, August 10, 2010


The beads, the beads,
Thank God for the beads!
Shiny and smooth
Cool to the touch
Make a gentle noise
When not moved too much.
But just get them going
A hand's all it takes
Is the noise that they make.
Sometimes they're so loud
I can hear them outside.
They make her so happy,
She smiles and she coos
They get her excited--
She yells in that mood.
Sometimes she just sits there
And stares at them quiet.
Then she gets going--
It sounds like a riot!
And when in the evening
We put them to bed,
She follows them longingly,
Turning her head.
Then there's a sigh as away she goes
Off to her nest to snooze and to doze.

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