I love, I Run
I love the sweet flowers that bloom in the spring,
And I could listen for hours to a bluebird sing.
I run over the hill and through a big field,
I swim near a mill until I must yield.
I rest on a log and feel the smooth breeze,
I catch a small frog right next to some trees.
One true lover is worth more than three under the cover.
Written By Richard E. Workman
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