Sad day, Sunday
The World is turning his way All he has to do is reach out and it would stop But his head is spinning so fast that he can't see .....keeps getting lost When the time comes and his head and his heart are one He'll throw away his fears and give away his love The gods will salute And the goddesses will cry The flowers will bloom like fireworks And the sun will break through the sky.~Beth Mastroianni©1989
Richard McInally, 1969-2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
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