On Easter Day
We think of bunny rabbits and Easter eggs,
Of grass covered
hills where eggs roll down
The meadowlands covered with humming bees.
We eat the eggs,
throw away the shells,
On Easter Day.
Love is a rose,
With a Crocus gladness goes,
Kind regards from the Daffodil
Concludes a message from the heart,
When the tulip says
love to all of you.
Dr. Karl Wallace DDS
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Wallace poems go to:
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