and it carried away with the wind.

the spotted sock.
who da boss? you? naw, ME that's who!

Published Thursday, April 07, 2005 by Woodii | E-mail this post

I love Ralph.

There goes Ralph again and he's flyin'.

IT'S TOO BAD TO CHOOSE BUT YOU MUST DIE TO FLY.

We read in the papers, say that he was crazy,
his home-made cape was caught in the tree-boughs.
He thought he could fly out of the window,
we thought that we told him that he was no hero.

But he will be high above flying and floating,
and he will be high above laughing and gloating.
Perhaps he loved life, but he wanted to fly,
and you must give up one for the sake of the other.
It’s too bad to choose but you must die to fly.
-DWA