What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered. Ralph Waldo Emerson
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The way we were…
Mem’ries light the corners of my mind Misty water-colored mem’ries of the way we were Scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind Smiles we gave to one another for the way we were Can it be that it was all so simple then Or has time rewritten every line If we had the chance …
Still hanging on…
I’m just trying to hang in there as long as I can. Barry Bonds (baseball player)