graywhite glstining tops White glistening snow peaked tops, engulfedd by the by the clouds crashing down on me wild, free untamable consantly moving me
A loyal brother in Brooklyn he shall sit, he must type to us or we'll have a fit says sister and niece
Every flower is busy Every bee in a tizzy Every hen folk are hatching While the men folk are scratching To assure the survival Of each brand new Arrival; Ma nature's miracle Her new seasons hereSpring Spring Spring
Where is the sun today?
If you look hard enough, something will make you laugh. Open your eyes. Be open to laughter.
can a station move?the weather sucks & you can't teach that...
why are most sdf veterans?
everybody need love in this world
when i close my eyes you're letting go.