:: Wednesday, November 06, 2002 ::

"Cause life is short but sweet for certain..." (DMB)

I love the leaves... flying yellow whispers of secrets someone forgot to mention,
Dizzy with uncontrol, set free by dancing breeze.
And the sky today... pure so blue that atmosphere could not conceal,
And I understand how clouds were made to protect us from too much beauty.
Do you think if I tried, I could catch tomorrow,
And make it run in place, out of time, until you and I and we could catch up?
Life is too short to miss autumn, no matter where we've been all year.

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:: Bethany Bassett - 1:45 PM :: + ::