Once again we recreate the good times
On our blank canvases
We are picking up the pieces
We are running round in circles.
It's not a trifle to hear you laugh
To see you cry
If you'll get to wipe
Away those tears dear
I'll see about some coffee.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Fatherhood
I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...
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