We can surf on a rocket to the Paper Moon. We could be big people looking back at the Earth. We would know all the secrets of the universe. And Everything would be brighter than sunshine*
i love your poem! bravo!
Well it's a song, until the last line. I walked through my Thursday routine thinking today was Friday... How annoying.
i didn't know what day today was. but it did feel friday-ish. i hate that. but friday is tomorrow. and fridays are almost always good days.
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i love your poem! bravo!
Well it's a song, until the last line. I walked through my Thursday routine thinking today was Friday... How annoying.
i didn't know what day today was. but it did feel friday-ish. i hate that. but friday is tomorrow. and fridays are almost always good days.
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