A day ends now, flew by somehow, I treasure these indeed
Spent with my child, who’s almost nine, precious days this father needs
As I paint, the canvas of, my life and all it’s own glory
I’m sure these times are bound to be the heart of my own story
Hmmm....nuff said..... :)
Friday, May 15, 2009
Quiet time
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