Saturday, March 10, 2012
Curtsy to the hour of the slow sad song.
Hang low on the branches that dash your pride.
Save the day in a jar with soap to scrub.
Save the day with a song to sing and and a time to be still.
And always save the day for when you come...home...to me.
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March 10, 2012 at 8:55 AM
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