There are pieces of me
All over this place I call home...
An old calendar that matter no more
Old christmas cards from times
That are gone....
Some old toys abandoned in the floor
Pictures to remember those that we love...
There are pieces of me all over
This place !
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Do you see His work?
When you look around And smile at the beauty of a bright sunny sky When you hear birds singing on the trees Or tiny butterflies Working...
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