I used to know this old scarecrow He was my song, my joy and sorrow Cast alone between the furrows Of a field no longer sown by anyone I held a dandelion That said the time had come To leave upon the wind Not to return When summer burned the earth again Cultivate the freshest flower This garden ever grew Beneath these branches I once wrote such childish words for you But thats okay Theres treasure children always seek to find And just like us You must have had A once upon a time https://youtube/watch?v=g_bJhnJlCDg
Posted on: Thu, 06 Nov 2014 22:52:28 +0000
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