When I am gone from here and now
When you'll also go away somehow
Where will scatter these golden rays
The ashes of our sunflower days?
Thursday, November 15, 2007
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Said the hog to the dog, "Ever danced in yellow moonlight with a ready picnic basket?"
2 comments:
i keep checking out ur blog, just to read these four lines.
and evertime, something moves inside me.
Thanks sweetheart. It's reassuring to hear that.
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