And she walks with her umbrella stick. Behind her back it nips and taps her heels. The rhythm sharp and lively, it snaps, and a song comes to mind. Mi fa so, la ti do~ The rabbit jumped over the lou~ Into the garden he leapt and played, only to become Mcgregger's stew~ Her smile grows into something fond, laughter ringing through the cold. A rhyme for days such as these when the sky is overwhelmed with emotion, tears threatening to unleash themselves.... See more
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