A brand new day we have
To do what we want,
When we want,
And nothing gets in our way.
A kite unfurled, flies
Through the clouds, skies,
And always, always it will rise,
Flying higher, it never dies.
We can have something like that kite,
Always aloft, alove, alight.
Through the day, noon, or night,
And kites can always be in flight.
A brand new day we have,
A day free of obligations.
We can lounge about
Or do something else. Who knows?
Saturday, January 2, 2010
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