Silly bubbles flying
Balloons too,
And spirits.
Running through the cut grass
Bare feet,
And arms.
Autumn leaves are falling
Rain too,
Soon snow.
Together by the fire
Warm hands,
And hearts.
Pure, unpackaged, not for sale, priceless.
Happiness.
The good kind.
So rare.
We have replacements now.
Monday, December 1, 2008
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