There’s a poem I ran across tonight while blog surfing. I’d love to include the poem in its entirety, but instead I will send you to Bugbear:
This is exactly how I feel. Why do I allow myself to get chained to the computer, inside, on a perfect day?
There’s a poem I ran across tonight while blog surfing. I’d love to include the poem in its entirety, but instead I will send you to Bugbear:
This is exactly how I feel. Why do I allow myself to get chained to the computer, inside, on a perfect day?