Walking through the streets saying hello. Never believed I was an angel with a halo. But I thought I deserved more than a pass and go. Or A cold shoulder saying hey, that's the door. Or a backhand say
What happens when the music stops? Does it mean there is no more song to sing? A cadence interrupted at crescendo’s peak? A penultimate made final by Maestro’s baton. If heavy rests hang in subsequent
Today is special. It's kickball day. The gymnasium echos With exuberant voices Slapping slick walls Bouncing blissfully ‘round. Raised voices resound Reflecting back all But one voice. With head bowed