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| 'Friends' by Trish |
through trees, flowers and sun.
Tickle touch, flutter brush,
fun, fun, fun!
Rustling leaves, tell secrets to me,
say sailors see you far out at sea?
What were you doing, away out there?
hundreds of you, not just a pair.
Quickly now what are you searching out?
I simply must know! what it's all about!
Tushie 18/8/12
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