Mobay45
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Every year at this time, I have a tendency to remember my Dad's favorite poem, or so he claimed it to be. He's been gone for over 20 years now, but I still miss him a lot. I taught him to play bass a couple of years before he died. Anyway, here's the poem.
Spring has sprung,
the grass is riz,
I wonder where
Them birdies is?
He was quite a character sometimes. Just wanted to share. It always makes me smile when I remember it.
Spring has sprung,
the grass is riz,
I wonder where
Them birdies is?
He was quite a character sometimes. Just wanted to share. It always makes me smile when I remember it.