Garden of Greetings by Francine ~ Fun


Who said I lost my marbles
Believe me that's not true
Always in that treasured space
They all look quite brand new
Each having striking colors
With nifty great designs
Honestly I must confess
They are all truly mine
Each marble tells a story
Of how it came to be
I won one from a big guy
When I was only three
That was quite a moment
I never shall forget
Tigers eye in amber
The best eyes I have yet
You see I have my marbles
Tightly stored away
I'll bring them out to show you
If the Doc says it's okay
I won't have a problem
Because they were never lost
Rolling around with bright ideas
Which occasionally get tossed.

~ Francine Pucillo ~
ęCopyright September 3,2004






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