To: My Favorite Headache
Every night, I see children snuggling with moms and dads who read them a story, and kiss them goodnight. They are the lucky ones. They go to sleep under the pearl of the moon, who spreads her light over everyone. But the world is not at peace. The air is full of smoke and sorrow. The trees tell me they feel it too, even the waves of the sea. Children are dying from bombs and guns. The moon sees all of this. But she also sees something else. It is like a dream. Such a good dream, I could hardly believe it at first. Wow! This stuff is great!
15 posted on
12/02/2003 6:43:02 PM PST by
Petronski
(Living life in a minor key.)
To: Petronski
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Even Cheech would be like...WTF?
To: Petronski
LOL
91 posted on
12/02/2003 9:05:44 PM PST by
Tribune7
(It's not like he let his secretary drown in his car or something.)
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