I feel you walking with me under the umbrella you once held.
Where were you going each time you walked with it?
Did it keep you dry & out of the rain?
Our worlds walking together
Under the cover you must of thought of all that you had to do, what was for dinner, how the grass needed mowing..
I walk & think of you.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
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