Fifty mid-sized wiggle worms
Dressed in a an array of hues
As we watch their silly squirms
A teacher tames motley crew
Tapping a stick loud and firm
Bodies straighten on her cue
Piano notes fill warm air
Young voices pick up bold beat
Small hands glide with simple flair
Lyrics tell tales pure and sweet
Enchantment flows through affair
Hands clap with each modest feat
Roll call of graduate names
Handshakes with paper exchange
Happy hugs pop in eye frames
Look forward to next year's change
Slim arms wave diploma claim
Small joy makes hearts rearrange
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Lyrical Porch II
PoesíaCome sit on my porch, When you're feeling scorched, Come put up your feet, Read a tranquil treat ....
