Childhood is the opening in the low garden wall that lets us into the magical mystery world of the future. We might outgrow many childhood things, but will never lose the images and stories.
miling:
hi san,just dropping by. anything for us? take care.
Thursday, March 27th 2008
8:36 PM
Summer Song Summer breeze summer long I'll sing to you my summer song Read a poem A summer song It isn't long It's just a song From my heart a poem long but not at all my summer song My summer long is something special a poem, a song to my heart belong Summer breeze summer long I'll sing to you my summer song