Think of all you would have missed if not for the journey, and know that the true worth of your travels lies not in where you come to be at journey's end, but in who you come to be ALONG THE WAY.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
a rose is a rose is a rose
nothing ever just is what it is, except sometimes.
oh yeah, and the bagel boy's name is eric. he seems nice.
2 comments:
My love is like a red red rose
that is newly sprung in June.
My love is like a melody that is sweetly played in tune.
We all know the melody... so sing along in your head.
molls, they didn't post my comment.
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