whistling dixie she had a song in her heart she just could spit out the words wouldn’t form the lyric didn’t rhyme she forgot the chorus but didn’t mind spent her day in a flowered field dreaming of birds bees and tumble weeds
the verge on edge does one enter the darkened glen at dusk knowingly that night will soon follow that the moon’s light won’t filter through the limbs the ground hard and cold will not comfort night sounds will louden while one’s voice will silence courage
failure is not an option she with insight in her eyes understands the grand nature of what lies ahead daily toils and struggles to survive attacks from predators jealous her stature her view from the sky she only wishes to pass on her awareness
fyi for your information we like our coffee hot we like our cocktails ice cold you heard it correctly the cocktail was plural you don’t drink that’s cool you’ll always be the ddd works perfect for the girls and me we go out every week sometimes once
lost in a dream i fell asleep in the middle of a day dream i was hanging upside down trying to drown my sorrows my legs wrapped tightly around a limb only to hear crrrrack damn my back might never be the same and now a different sore fills my
Sunday morning wishes wishing wellness this Sunday morning that you find smiles from deep inside that want to burst to the surface and join others in
