I hold the flower there ~ Doesn't know she's beautiful ~ She wakes every morning seeing ~ All the other things are beautiful ~ Well she's free ~ Companion to the wind ~ From "Gradle" By Widespread Panic
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Scrub-a-dub-dub in the tub...
My Little 17-Month-Old babe, splishin' and a splashin'...
