Thanks


Hey you little Son of a Gun...
Haven't we had lots of fun!
Who would have thought when we started that day
We would spend so many hours at play?

Learning, creating and having a ball
Laughing and giggling .. and loving it all!
You were the teacher, you taught me well,
Picking me up whenever I fell.

Now that I'm able to stand on my feet I want to say Thank You for being so sweet! .


©Sharon Langan


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