Take my hand come see this
Look over there
Did you not see
But your standing here with me
How could you not see
Well maybe next time
While you stand and hold my hand
We will feel the breeze
But the wind we will never see
The Old Git
The pigeon wild, not tame he seem to like me
1 comment:
This is beautiful, Dear friend.
Sorry, it's only me leaving comments ;-)
Try visiting other peoples' blogs and leaving messages...
Best wishes
Annie
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