Again.

Live believing, Dreams are for Dreaming, Wonder are waiting to start. Live your story, Faith Hope and Glory, hold to the truth in your Heart.

Monday, June 28, 2010, 7:13 PM

From Tumblr:
Sometimes I wonder if little kids have it easy. Scrapes from bike riding are the worst pain, the biggest concern is that recess isn't long enough, mommy or daddy can make anything all better, anyone of the opposite sex is yucky or has cooties, two kids of the same sex can hold hands and are just cute and nothing else, ‘good-bye’ means ‘see you tomorrow’, the worst fighting you do is over who gets the red crayon, if you hang out together one recess automatically you’re best friends forever, a valentine made of construction paper is the best gift you can give, and no one was afraid to say ‘I Love You.’
I agree.

Another note, my entry for Lit Up is done:) And my portfolios are, too, except I'm missing two passport-sized photos. Sad:( Hopefully they'll accept the application even though there are no more photos.

As the rain pours

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A Whiting and A Snail-Lewis Carroll
‘Will you walk a little faster?’ said a whiting to a snail.
‘There’s a porpoise close behind us, and he’s treading on my tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle - will you come and join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you join the dance?

‘You can really have no notion how delightful it will be
When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!’
But the snail replied ‘Too far, too far!’ and gave a look askance -
Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the dance.

‘What matters it how far we go?’ his scaly friend replied.
‘There is another shore, you know, upon the other side.
The further off from England the nearer is to France -
Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you join the dance?’

Live believing, Dreams are for Dreaming, Wonder are waiting to start. Live your story, Faith Hope and Glory, hold to the truth in your Heart.

Monday, June 28, 2010, 7:13 PM