Up A Hill
Up a hill,
Down a hill,
Over them I may roam,
But after all my walking,
There’s no place like my own.
Your home.
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Little Cat’s Feet
It comes in on little cat’s feet,
Is neither sour, nor sweet.
Hovers in the air,
And then is not there.
Fog or mist
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Sweet Tooth
Sweet tooth, ah shoot,
All gone, we all long,
For another piece.
Candy
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