Short and sweet, diary unique,
just and well, tis' best for thee.
Quell the swell, belle's best ball,
don't worry, fell don't fall!

Relay the rays..disguise is spoken within' the eyes..
Truth the only true slueth..devised through leaving lies;
For he comes with knowledge, that right can't wrong.
The throng doesn't belong with a heroes song.

Entreat the week, the feet, the seat..
dawn the wringer, ringers belong,
Flow the blow, grow the show..
never question a fool's wrong.

Destined to fate's overwhelming berate, an insatiable bait..
though to turn from the yearn would spurn the love of good.
A fraud misunderstood (to brood about a Wood Or Would,
or a Should or Could miplaced) lighting the false debate.

So just dance, laugh, live and love..
embrace the grace and shun the shove,
Fly, rely, don't dry the sad eye..
reach for the sky..spring as the dove.

4leaf

yep....still my favorite

thx..bbdoll..D.

Don't drink..but appreciate the thought.. 4leaf

good write 4


<--- water

worth it

tnx Kc a4