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.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
day 70
(apologies for my extreme slackness. i know i have missed a couple of days now and i will try and keep on track from now.)
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