Take time to stop and smell the roses, admire their beauty. Inhale and realize that life WILL go on. Even if promises are not promises and when promises are broken.
Posted by Old Guy Student on April 17, 2013 in About Me, Road Trips and tagged flowers, promises, roses.
Gonna say this only once .
If promises are not promises,
and promises are broken?
does that mean guilty feet have no rhythm?
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