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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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