Like fingerprints, no two lives are the same. Mine is filled with mistakes, contemplation, amendments, and repetition of all three.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
2 minute rhyme - sometime last week
Pour out a bucket of gold,
Let the sun grow old...
Bring out a plate of clouds -
Then the birds would sing loud
And you will experience life,
At six in the afternoon.
I love the sky in that photo so much I had to tell you :)
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