"It's up in the morning and on the downsLittle white clouds like gambolling lambs
And I am breathless over you
And the red-breasted robin beats his wings
His throat it trembles when he sings
For he is helpless before you . . . "
. . . Alan Thicke.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
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