The end looks so different from the beginning, But so parallel. In the spring we welcomed green growth, plants, people, life. Summer housed what I would call blooming, the greenest of green hues and laughter. Fall is a transition, harder than we have time to notice In all the hustle and bustle of life. We …
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A party; tea for two.
You’re invited to tea But you don’t have to come I hope that you do because I will fill up your cup I don’t expect you to fill mine too Because I’ve got enough Tea for two Plenty for me; Enough for you. If you can just listen If you’re kind when you speak; If …
Scar’s Bedroom Blues Station 