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This little lady
has been singing and humming Dream a Little Dream of Me.
She changes the lyrics "Birds singing in the sycamore tree/Dream a little dream of me" to "Birds singing in the miss-you-more tree/Dream a little dream of me."
It fits. Perfect-o.
15 Dream A Little Dream 3 the trees. they mock me. timber oh, the thrill of chlorophyll tempted by the fruit
Posted by Jennifer Linney at 02:33 PM | Permalink