the smell of bay trees
leaves turn from green to yellow
little frogs jump in water
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
connors wishes... so deep
i am an athletic kid who loves tacos
i wonder if we will live past 2012
i hear the crunch of tacos in my mouth
i see waves breaking at camel rock
i want to get tre flips
i am an athletic kid who loves tacos
i pretend that I'm a super hero with laser vision and a really nice six pack while eating steak tacos
i feel sad for abandoned pets
i touch corn chips
i worry that i will hurt myself skateboarding
i cry when my stomach hurts from eating to much
i am an athletic kid who loves tacos
i understand why i have to go to school
i say what i think
i dream about pretty ponies that can fly with me on their back
i try to eat a lot of tacos
i hope that i live a long healthy life
i am an athletic kid who loves tacos
i wonder if we will live past 2012
i hear the crunch of tacos in my mouth
i see waves breaking at camel rock
i want to get tre flips
i am an athletic kid who loves tacos
i pretend that I'm a super hero with laser vision and a really nice six pack while eating steak tacos
i feel sad for abandoned pets
i touch corn chips
i worry that i will hurt myself skateboarding
i cry when my stomach hurts from eating to much
i am an athletic kid who loves tacos
i understand why i have to go to school
i say what i think
i dream about pretty ponies that can fly with me on their back
i try to eat a lot of tacos
i hope that i live a long healthy life
i am an athletic kid who loves tacos
to be a shepard
it is nice to be a Sheppard
to travel all your life
to walk through towns
and learn new things
it would be a change
to be all alone only with your sheep
to use your wool to keep you warm in the dark night
every day you meet new people
hear old legends
and realize you are here for a reason
you have no desire to change your ways
here i am a stranger to the land
watching the golden sun go down
it is beautiful then darker, darker, black
i cant believe how lucky i am to be here
to travel all your life
to walk through towns
and learn new things
it would be a change
to be all alone only with your sheep
to use your wool to keep you warm in the dark night
every day you meet new people
hear old legends
and realize you are here for a reason
you have no desire to change your ways
here i am a stranger to the land
watching the golden sun go down
it is beautiful then darker, darker, black
i cant believe how lucky i am to be here
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