Dreams of wonderous things Tend to tiptoe through my mind Peace all over the world Comfort for all of mankind No wars to strife a land Nor starving of anyone No madly angry men All terrorism be done Children could safely play No dangers of life to lurk Good jobs for all people Willing to go off to work Dreams of a younger me With slender shape not so round With head held very high And feet that remain on ground Dreams of riches so great Tend to tiptoe through my mind A pot of gold at end Of the rainbow I would find © By Sharon (Sunyskys1943@aol.com)
© By Sharon (Sunyskys1943@aol.com)
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