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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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