A Blizzard!
A blizzard! A blizzard! A blizzard I see!
All coming down from the crabapple tree!
Faded pink petals flying thru the air,
Whirling and swirling and dancing with flair!
I try to catch 'em, its an impossible job,
Over here and over there, then I trip on a root knob.
Hobbling and bobbling over to my stone garden bench,
I sit and watch the swirling pink show, Agh, you're such a mensch.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown; thus unlamented let me die; steal from the world, and not a stone tell where I lie.
The best place to be in the event of a nuclear explosion is anywhere you can say: "what the hell was that!?!"><>Tolerance is the virtue of the man without convictions.
Men are NOT interested in what God has to say - but what they would rather believe themselves (shamelessly stolen from INVAR).<><"...no one can jump into the arms of God.Oh, no. You have to fall."
Has No Life - Lives on TB
NIce poem thank you
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