Some people leave footprints on our heart.
Cats leave fur on our sweaters.
Dogs leave drool on our shoes.
Families will crap on our doorstep.
So when life gives you crap, garden it and make roses.
Friday, April 24, 2009
THIS IS A TOLLIDAY
I love the ships, love the minerals, love the shape, love the little hoists going up from the harbour quay on both sides of the rock mountain.
5 comments:
I'm sorry, but it looks like somebody's crapped a pineapple.
Fleetwood, you have no soul and when I get really wealthy I'm going to buy one for Michelle so you'll have to look at it forever.
...oh you two!
I love them
Bwca, when I buy it, you'll have to help me carry it all the way to the Wyre. We won't fly Emirates though.
River, I'd post more but he's a sensitive soul. I'll find some bad art to calm him down.
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