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MAYPOPS by Gene Minix Down by the cotton field Green maypops grew. There were many of them And not just a few. Children on the farm For toys we didn't beg. We broke broom straw And made the maypops legs. And we played with them Pretending them horses to be. Or cows, or maybe lions Or a bear climbing a tree. Or we'd pick them And lay them on the ground. And with bare feet stomp them To hear the pop sound. For hours we'd have fun And it would be a happy day. Just children on the farm With maypops we'd play. Sitting here today pondering About those days we knew. And the happy times we had By cotton field where maypops grew. © Copyright 2014, by Gene Minix. All rights reserved. |
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