Greetings! It’s time, some things old, some things new, and me of course, thinking of you. Merry Christmas and all
on a back porch in a magic valley
a moment with chocolates and a single barrel
soothe the call of dawn
A sip? Please a drop? That I might know once again. Your taste. In my tears.
The sun sets every day I am sure So why I wonder does this one pass me by? Demons long
Recalling perfect moments each cathedrals, Thames, and tours
When one in the forest falls Taller than all the others My sweet Indian friend it calls He knows and