Mary, Marry Me

It was a fine day in the first grade
when Mary May let Bobby walk her home from school.
He had her books in hand,
and he was listening to every word she said
like it was the gospel of the prophecies.
And he loved the way her hair fell across her dress.
Went home singing, “Who wrote the book of love”
and try a little tenderness.

The next day on the playground,
Bobby sat Mary down on the swing set behind the sandbox
and she said, “Bobby I just want to play,
so what is this you have to say?”
He said, “Mary, marry me.
We could live out by the sea
like they do on the movie screen.
Oh, marry me, Mary May,
before you go back to play.”



Phyllis - December 18, 2010 - 4:16 am

My favorite blog so far. :)

Cherie - December 18, 2010 - 3:27 pm

Mine too, adorable!!!

Rinn - January 23, 2011 - 12:35 pm

Great to see this blog

I love all of the photograph

natural pure and mind

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