Maybe not quick enough 2007-09-17 2:44 p.m.


~September seventeen, for a girl I know, it's Mother's Day. Her son has gone alee...and that's where he will stay.

Wind on the weathervane, tearing blue eyes sailor-mean, as Falstaff sings a sorrowful refrain for a boy in Fiddler's Green...~

Mother's Day came and went too quickly for me.


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