Submitted By: Cynthia's Place

I count down the days: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Then we can go to church
And learn about Heaven.
Mommy puts us in a dress
And combs out hair just right.
She loads us up in the car
And makes us promise not to fight.

Author: Dana Roberts Clark
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