Friday, November 17, 2006

This One Has A Little Star

The sun is out.
The leaves are gold.

I have a book
I like to hold.

My bag is packed.
My plan is bold.

My bag is packed.
My plan is bold.

I have a book
I like to hold.

The sun is out.
The leaves are gold.

And now my* story is all told.
(Peace.)

*Well, mine a la Theodor. Hey, guess who's going away for the weekend?

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