Shhhh Shhhh shhhh shh sh.
boy: This is the way the summer ends. This is the way the summer ends. This is the way the summer ends. Not with a bagful; a whisper.
Frazz You don't here that many T.S. Eliot rip-offs that good.
I’m so glad I live in a place where nobody would even think of bagging leaves…I could burn them, which is kind of cool, but I just drag them into the woods and they disappear….Bagging leaves? (shiver…)
I’m so glad I live in a place where nobody would even think of bagging leaves…I could burn them, which is kind of cool, but I just drag them into the woods and they disappear….Bagging leaves? (shiver…)