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Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Snail, Snail

Today was one of those beautiful July summer days.  Every breath of air was praise to God.  The trees are so luscious green and all the flower blossoms are huge.  Nature reminded me of the nursery rhyme, Snail, Snail.

SNAIL, SNAIL

Snail, Snail,
Put out your horns,
Be glad! Be glad!
Don't be forlorn.
The trees clap hands,
The hills, they sing!
Don't you hear
The bluebells ring?
Come and join them!
Ring-a-ling!
God cares for us!
Come! Sing! Sing! Sing!

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