Monday, February 14, 2005
draw back your bow.
on this day, a thought from the monkey, via his camera phone.
and a poem from my dad, who decided to come back from his evening bike ride last night with a dozen roses and this verse for my mother:
Roses are red,
Putty is ecru.
These roses are sort of
Impromptu.
and a poem from my dad, who decided to come back from his evening bike ride last night with a dozen roses and this verse for my mother:
Roses are red,
Putty is ecru.
These roses are sort of
Impromptu.
