The morrow was a bright September morn;The earth was beautiful as if new-born;There was that nameless splendor everywhereThat wild exhilaration in the air. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–82)
The morrow was a bright September morn;The earth was beautiful as if new-born;There was that nameless splendor everywhereThat wild exhilaration in the air.
Dirt, popsicles, fresh air and zzzzzzzzz.?
Over and out.
S.
March 27th, 2010 | 
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