And wish I could be with you, in less hours than eight
But know that I think of you, all of the time
And hence I am writing you, this little rhyme.
I made a squishy top box, cause I could
And I have put something in it, that’s good
I’ve also added, an angel to care
Simply cause, I can’t be there.
Now know that I love you, and think of you lots
Cause you’re usually the one, calling the shots.
Now you can look at my blog, to see what I do
Now you have to go, and make a blog too.
By Flo Hill-Rennie