I zip up my sweater
And feel a sense of sad
Mr Rogers comes to mind
And the magic that he had
With his skinny self
And the changing of his shoes
The hour flew by with
Lessons, songs, and nothing to lose
But seriousness and worry
Mr Rogers set our minds to rest
With a zip of that zippered sweater
Childhood returns to its boring best
Unfortunately Lynn, that was back in the day when you could be good by just being nice. In some ways we haven't come a long way baby. Thanks for the memories.
Rusty
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