It Hardly Matters

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

I Just Feel Like Posting This

April, comes she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain

May, she will stay
Resting in my arms again

June, she'll change her tune
In restless walks she'll prowl the night

July, she will fly
And give no warning to her flight

August, dies she must
The autumn winds blows chilly and cold

September, I remember
A love once new has now grown old

Thank you for indulging me. And thanks to Paul Simon. And Art, of course, for singing.


  • Half of the time we're gone but we don't know where,
    And we don't know where.

    By Blogger betsytacy, at 9:33 PM  

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