Sunday, June 28, 2009
WHEN I FAIL
Running through a field of daises warm breezes blow through my golden locks. My heart palpating, fluttering like butterfly wings. The joys of creation comes to life in Spring. Tempus fugit! Time flies! Tempus fugit! Time flies! All of this is for naught when I fail to mention what our Creator...
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