Tanesha Thomas


Wind


Wind
You blow with the flowers
You blow through the leaves on a tree
Wind
When you blow I smile and laugh
You is my friend that will keep me cool
Wind
I like when you blow through my hair
When you blow my bang up and down
Wind
My wind
I love my wind


Wind
You blow with the flowers
You blow through the leaves on a tree
Wind
When you blow I smile and laugh
You is my friend that will keep me cool
Wind
I like when you blow through my hair
When you blow my bang up and down
Wind
My wind
I love my wind

Submitted: Monday, November 07, 2011

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  • Patti Masterman (11/7/2011 10:07:00 AM)

    Yes, wind is a good friend sometimes, but we try not to get on the bad side of wind,
    when it is out of control. Nice feeling lines. (Report) Reply

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