Jun 11, 2006 21:02
*He's got no deeds to do,
No promises to keep.
He's dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep.
Let the morning evenin' time drop all its petals on me him.
Life, I he loves you,
All is groovy.*
*There is an Yrael stretched out on the couch, taking up way too much space, and not even really caring.*
*Yrael is content.*
*All is groovy.*
jack frost,
lærke,
yrael