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 2002
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