(by Daniel R. Jones)
My son was it. I saw him peek.
I watch the children hide and seek.
When was it last, I seized the day
instead of watching children play?
They sing, “Olly, Olly, oxy!”
Is there joy, save through proxy?
(by Daniel R. Jones)
My son was it. I saw him peek.
I watch the children hide and seek.
When was it last, I seized the day
instead of watching children play?
They sing, “Olly, Olly, oxy!”
Is there joy, save through proxy?
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