Rainbow Lasso
If rainbows were lassoes,
I'd fling one thru the sky.
Grab a cloud I fancy
As it floats slowly by.
Take a ride over the rainbow
And find you there.
We'd dance across the moon
Sparkling stars in our hair.
Rainbow? Lasso?
Take me thru the air!
Friday, November 30, 2012
Little. Things. Mean a Lot.
Little things...
Little things mean a lot.....
An old song from past days..Remember it? What little things mean a lot? A friend who picks up the phone and calls for only few hurried moments just because they want to hear your voice. Lapping water tickling your toes, splashing your ankles, and surprising your knees. Random conversation with a stranger on a bus or beach. Of course, it may be the way one finds a new friend.
Little things mean a lot.
Little things mean a lot.....
An old song from past days..Remember it? What little things mean a lot? A friend who picks up the phone and calls for only few hurried moments just because they want to hear your voice. Lapping water tickling your toes, splashing your ankles, and surprising your knees. Random conversation with a stranger on a bus or beach. Of course, it may be the way one finds a new friend.
Little things mean a lot.
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