TIS NOT IN THE HIGH STARS ABOVE
NOR IN THE CUPS OF BUDDING FLOWERS,
NOR IN THE REDBREAST'S MELLOW TONE,
NOR IN THE BOW THAT SHINES IN SHOWERS,
BUT IN THE MUD AND SCUM OF THINGS,
THERE ALWAYS, ALWAYS SOMETHING SINGS.
(Ralph Waldo Emerson)
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Thats Super Cool MOM!!!
You know what I miss those wheres waldo books
I miss my childhood....oh ya im still in it..I never grow up...
oh ya nice poem
I hope I can sing in the mud an scum of things. I'm glad you are posting Merrily.
Jerm... I like those where's Waldo's too.. Marky Mark has this scarf and touque he sometimes wears..... anyways...... LOL
You will see as the years go by and by; although your ourside man ages, the mind and soul never feel much different than when you were young. Just wait and see...... Appreciate you Jerm
Tina,
I just love you so much! That is all I am going to say. You are a sweet friend.
puts on [face_mischief] maybe i should steal it from him and a pink shirt to go with it
Yup....he even has a pink shirt you can use too boot!
Hey "Where's Waldo?"
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