There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
my sunshine. she opens my eyes to things i would not see without her, like animals and pink dogs everywhere and that no matter where or what your doing there is always time for a "bic".