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It's not the things you wear,
It's not the way you do your hair--
But it's you I like
The way you are right now,
The way down deep inside you--
Not the things that hide you,
Not your toys--
They're just beside you.
But it's you I like--
Every part of you,
Your skin, your eyes, your feelings
Whether old or new.
I hope that you'll remember
Even when you're feeling blue
That it's you I like,
It's you yourself,
It's you, it's you I like.
Don't you just love Mr. Rogers?!
6 comments:
I probably never told you this--but I used to dress up in a full suit (my brothers') every day when Mr. Rogers was starting. I would poke my head out my bedroom door and wait for him to enter his house and I would make my entrance. Then I would change my shoes, take off my jacket and put on a sweater--just like good ol' Mr. Rogers. Yes, you gotta love him.
Love it!
That made me smile. Thanks.
Jenn I can't believe we have never talked about our shared love of Mr. Rogers before!! That is funny, you crack me up! He was a favorite at my house growing up. I don't know why, but for the last week or so that song just kept popping in my head, so I thought I would share.
I didn't realize how ingrained that song was in my mind until I was singing along to your post. I miss Mr. Rogers.
I miss him too. Ahhh, the days of yester year
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