Behind the field where the kids play ball,
Turn up a hill and on the corner wall
You’ll see them there
As plain as can be,
On a street that ends with a T.
My View of Life on the Dock
Behind the field where the kids play ball,
Turn up a hill and on the corner wall
You’ll see them there
As plain as can be,
On a street that ends with a T.
among Sharon’s many talents, the woman has a knack for rhyming!
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There once was a guy from Nantucket…..
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Thanks,Sweetie!
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