I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think,
all the walks I want to take,
all the books I want to read,
and all the friends I want to see.
~ From John Burroughs ~
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Life was wonderful
as a child I used to run in fields of green, my fingers brushing the tips
as a child I used to run in fields of green,
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