by Athey Thompson, from A Little Book of Poetry
Come steal me away
If only for a day
O, what joy it shall be
Just you and me
Shall we take upon a walk
With plenty of time to talk
Or, let's just catch the air
As the day shall be so fair
Let's take this moment's chance
And together, hand in hand we shall dance
for us, today is but a dream, you see
Why, what else could it be
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