Though now he's gone, flown away for the winter.
Maybe when the ice melts, maybe.
Always just a possibility, always just a dream.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Followers
About Me
- Deanna
- I'm Deanna, I live in California, except when I don't, and I'm way too emotionally attached to the absurd.
0 comments:
Post a Comment