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Happy Days
by Erica
I was Alice
in the looking glass
and I was Dorothy
clicking the heels of my ruby shoes.
Sunshine played upon my face,
and left freckles,
"angel kisses"
on my skin.
Some things stay in your mind forever
like the sound of the playground,
the smell of peanut butter and jelly
and the taste of apple juice.
I would stay on the swingset forever,
saying, "Grandma, push me into the clouds!"
Every now and then, I still need a push,
but who says the happy days must come to an end?
©2000 Erica
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