"If we could
I wish we could
Never grow old and grey
Just be chocolate stars
make little chocolate bars
And slowly
And slowly melt away"
Comment: I am sorry for the bewitching hour and beyond. But would a confession not be so much less at any hour not pressed by sleep and the creeping noise of yet another day?
But when you rise I will make it up to you with ice cream and jazz for you to play.
Onward!
2 comments:
You bring me joy!
Gracias Erica.
Mucho amor.
Ridi
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