Mommy....
The clouds are going Away.
Could you ask the sun to stay?
And I promise I'll be good....
And I'll even help you cut the fire wood....
Since dad's, not yet home
And we're on our own..
Mommy
Can I piggy back
You can use my arm as a strap
Run like a duck and I'll quack
And momma I'll never forget that look....
Look at the pictures we took.
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