She has her suitcase and traveling clothes.
She's traveling today on the train to Montrose.
She's traveling today on the train to Montrose.
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She's paid for her trains.
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She's checked her bag for all her red clothes...
Her Red Dress,
Her Red Bag,
Her Red Camera,
Her Red Gloves,
And Her Book with Red Rose.
But where, oh where, oh where are those Red Shoes with Bows?
"I am running late", she said with a sigh.
"But oh my Red Bow Shoes!", she started to cry.
"I am running late", she said with a sigh.
"But oh my Red Bow Shoes!", she started to cry.
It's time for the train
She has thirteen red pairs of shoes.
No yellow shoes, no green shoes, and even no blues.
But what should she do without her red bow shoes?
Can you help her find her red bow shoes?
Red Shoes is a poem for my Grandaughter, Maci, who LOVES shoes!
Blessings to You,
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