Sunday, November 30, 2014

Paper boats

Little boats, little boats of paper,
So quaint they are.
Oh the joy floating around in water,
Little ripples so far.
Little smiles, little games of a child,
So childish they are,
To dream in a paper boat and far,
And forget storms are.

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