I think of all the things I have,
I like my pockets best.
Pockets hold just everything
and they give your hands a rest.
I never know just what I'll find,
what special things I'll see
to put inside my pockets ~~
these are treasures, just for me.
When Mommy's doing laundry though,
she says sometimes it's scary
finding rocks and frogs and beetles
and my spiders that are hairy.
Hi C.J....very nice...so real...(remember, we were once kids ourselves with our own pockets full of stuff) ...very tender... Lare
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CJ, I could never get tired of complimenting your childrens poetry because they always contain a fresh childlike innocence. Rusty