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As the days get longer,
As the days get longer,
As the days get longer,
As the days get longer,
As the days get longer,
Written by:©Betty Bolden
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I can smell the breeze of spring.
I look forward to the garden,
bright colors all around,
clean air can only be found.
the creatures start to wander.
I sit in my garden and ponder.
I look at the butterfly,so blue and new this day,
his wings spread so freely by,
as he swings by and by,
in the wind the Lord sends his way,
to carry him day to day.
I think of the butterfly so deep in its touch,
how it touches our hearts like a whisper from
heaven saying I just love you so much.
2-22-04