Saturday, April 18, 2009

Two poems from my childhood

Does anyone know, does anyone care Where you go or how you fare? Whether you smile or whether you sigh? Whether you laugh or whether you cry? Glad when you're happy? Sad when you're blue? Does anyone care what becomes to you? I do, pal~~~I'll say I do!

I wish I was a little rock A-sittin' on a hill, Doin' nothin' all the day But just a-sittin' still; I wouldn't eat, I wouldn't sleep, I wouldn't even wash~~ I'd just sit still a thousand years And think of you, b'gosh!

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