All the dust the wind blew high- Robert Frost
Appeared like gold in the sunset sky,
But I was one of the children told
Some of the dust was really gold.
Such was life in the Golden Gate:
Gold dusted all we drank and ate,
And I was one of the children told,
'We all must eat our peck of gold'.
Friday, December 28, 2007
santa-clause.
A big thank you to ALL my Santas for all my gifts. I've completely lost the plot, but am completely overwhelmed. Super thank you.
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