Sun high and bright warm upon my skin
A cool breaze in my face
My bike roaning beaneth me
Cruising down the road
Just the journey ahead
No plans, just go whenever the road leads
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
-
They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Stop Just stop Halt Cease No more You had your laugh Joke's over catch your breath Enough already This ain't funny Have you lost i... -
Roses are red Violins play for you Drums Guitar Keyboard too
No comments:
Post a Comment