Tuesday, September 24, 2013

How old, again?

I'm sure I'll pull the covers up (till my nose) when you reach finally, but it might take a while. When your smile becomes a laugh and you skid while skipping. I lap it all up like a thirsty cat. 

      

2 comments:

WritingsForLife said...

:-). That must be a refreshing feeling.

Anonymous said...

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