Cotton balls, hovering in the air. As
She looks into the bright blue sky she runs
To go get mama, “mama, mama it
Is the perfect day to swim, C’mon mom.”
Her mama trails behind her with her
Margarita that she holds tightly in
Her hand.
Two…three…or four…breaths but takes the little
Girl ten breaths of air to fill up the first
Waterwing.
Once all the work is done,
Jumping into the crystal clear water,
Finally ready to go for a swim!
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