Thursday, July 15, 2004
yo yo.....this is a poem i found on the wall in a classroom at work, i took notice to it
Come with me
to the quiet minute between two noisy minutes
It's always waiting, ready to welcome us
Tucked under the wing of the day
I'll be there
Where will you be?
Come with me
to the quiet minute between two noisy minutes
It's always waiting, ready to welcome us
Tucked under the wing of the day
I'll be there
Where will you be?
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