My Cup Runneth Over...
(and sometimes it doesn't)
11 December 2005
Childhood
When bad things happen and only skinned knees brought tears
And the nightlights in it's socket quieted all out of fears
When farewell meant just for the summer and real frens didn't part
And fun went on forever and never left a broken heart!
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