February 12, 2011

hand in hand

 When sleeping, otters hold hands so they don’t drift apart.

They dined on mince, and slices of quince,

Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon. 

~ Edward Lear

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Angela Michelle said...

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