A Bug In My Eye
Walking down by the bridge
Between Rockwood Park and Lily Lake,
The wind was blowing quite strong
A mess of my hair, it did make.
From the corner of my eye
It was then, I did see,
A bug flying around
And staring straight at me.
It buzzed around my head
Then caught me by surprise,
The wind blew out of control
Next thing I knew, I had a bug in my eye.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Apr.24/2007
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