January 2011
I want to write you a poem That stands the test of all time A couplet, a quatrain, a ballad, a note With meter and rythym and rhyme I want it to speak of your virtue Sing praise to your stature and p
Dear diary, today was a good day Papa and I picked wild flowers Mama joined and we lay in the sunshine Then we sang and danced for hours I know tomorrow will be even better So the good lord I thank
Come to decide that the things that I tried Were in my life just to get high on When I sit alone come get a little known But I need more than myself this time Step from the road to the sea to the sky
"Every morning in Africa, a Gazelle wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed. Every morning a Lion wakes up. It knows it must outrun the slowest Gazelle or it w