by Unknown
Mar 2013 255 Views 1 comments
Colorodo mist
Pack up your bags its time to go,
All the way back to Colorodo.
I'll ride my 4-wheeler andhave tons of fun,
until my mom calls for my fun to be done.
Then when I look back and see what I'll miss,
I take a big wiff of that Colorodo mist.
All the way back to Colorodo.
I'll ride my 4-wheeler andhave tons of fun,
until my mom calls for my fun to be done.
Then when I look back and see what I'll miss,
I take a big wiff of that Colorodo mist.
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Posted: Mar 2013
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every year when I was little I went to Colorodo for te summer with my family and that smell of the misty morning Just made my dayPoems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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