Saturday, August 18, 2012

My Life


My Life by Audrey Herring

When I am small I drink, sleep, and eat. 
But as I get older I seem awful neat. 
The little girls giggle as I coo for them. 

And little old ladies ask, Can I hold him?
As I become a teen though you begin to worry, will he be ok?
Then seeing the worry in your eye, I smile and say,
I'm doing fine thanks mom for raising me this way!

Posted on 07/28/12


 

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