Rowing my boat on the river to the west,
Gathering wild flowers on the way,
If dear passengers wish to hop in,
Do present a flower as the fare.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Buttercups
Buttercups of tomorrow How will you appreciate your short life As if the sun purposely choose today Not to do his running an extra mile When you, my dear little thing Have hope to breath the air an extra hour longer.
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