Sunday, 13 February 2011

Whatever the weather

Any chance for a dance on this lonely february morn, not a chance for a prance since the day You were born.
any kiss for a miss on this quiet summers  eve
Not a fish on a dish now would you believe
Any time for a rhyme on this rainy autumn day
Not a penny or a dime can get the sun to shine.



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