Tell me, gentle flowers, teardrops of the stars, standing in the garden, nodding your heads to the bees as they sing of the dews and the sunbeams, are you aware of the fearful doom that awaits you?
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Wind in the willows
- I never wanted to hurt you, I never wanted to make you cry. - Yeah, right. Come on, you are not talking with your teddy bear but with your Sunshine, as you used to call me. Just be a man and say you are sorry. Once in your lifetime, be a man! - I've never said I am a man.
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