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#5 |
Still Watching My Back
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Push me Papa
Push me Papa, I heard many a day How I love to hear those words you say Higher… Higher yelled with a grin Coming back down entering a spin Leaning back to look at the sky No rhyme or reason or wondering why Floating and twirling, rise and fall No worries here, you’re above it all Standing back I watch you and smile Laughed so hard and laughed for a while Papa Papa, push me again Now it’s cold and that tire hangs lonely and still Come next spring, Yes I will “Push me Papa” I’ll wait to hear And see those smiles I hold so dear.
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