Monday, May 7, 2012

I think I'll

Just spin and see where I land.
See if I'll be caught, or picked up, or giggled at or with.
Spin because so much is a blur in life anyway.

We're counting the days away.
And I couldn't tell you the way I wish it'd go.

God's painting with the roller;

I'm praying for the fine strokes.

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