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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti


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Chris Dudley
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« on: August 24, 2016, 03:56:46 AM »


When the deer come out in the open,
And the stars break away from the day.
When your breath comes in sighs for the softening skies,
Thatís when the fireflies play.

The chase is on in the big field
Where the stars have come down from the sky.
The shout and the squeals and leaping appeals
Make the magic of midsummer nights.

Way up in the oak thereís one lonely bug
Heís flashing his heart to the stars.
Youíll never catch him from your place on the ground.
Heís for the sweet angelsí jar,
Heís for the sweet angelsí jar.

When you look at your friend in the jam jar,
Or he walks up and down on you hand,
Youíll see two tan rims on his smoky wings
And the ladybug red of his head.

In bed, when story timeís over,
And that jar is the greatest night light
Out where the deer are shutting their eyes
The fireflies still dance their flight.

Still up in that oak thereís that one lonely bug
Still flashing his heart to the stars,
And youíll never catch him in your bed on the ground.
Heís for the sweet angelsí jar.
Heís for the sweet angelsí jar.

Words and music by Chris Dudley
Copyright Chris Dudley 2016 All rights reserved.

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