Spring Fling
Spring Fling
Skipping rocks,
and late-night talks...
Laughing,
and playing...
blowing bubbles,
drifting in the wind...
Kites with longs strings,
and bells that ring,
for everything...
The joy of my heart,
was your face from the start.
I could do nothing less,
than love you!
A. Foster, Ann Foster, Annette Foster
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