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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