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A little boy, met a little
girl
Called her out to play
placing his hand in her
little one
They laughed and skipped
away
They came upon a meadow
Daisies growing everywhere
pausing for a moment
He placed a flower in her
hair
A little boy met a little
girl,
called her out to play
Placed a ring on her finger
They laughed, and slipped away.

They came upon a meadow

daisies growing everywhere

fell in love in the meadows

built their dream house there.

copyright  by heather burns