Four Leafed Clover


The smell of wood and damp wet air.

Sitting in my special rocking chair.

Knitted blankets rapped so tight.

Soft down pillow, clean and white.

Rain drops hard from the soft blue skys.

Looking out the window watching as life goes by.

Nice and cold, chilled all over.

In my hands a four leafe clover.

I make a wish, yes I make a wish.

I make a wish to stay like this.

Forever, and ever and ever, and I held my four leafe clover.

 

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