The most wonderful thing, by hilary |
Last night Before I went to sleep, I looked out the window, There I saw a little giant, whose hands were made of silver. Low beneath the bridge, He touched the wild flowers, And made them turn to dust. Just before he looked up at the stars His hands began to glow, And he brought the flowers back to life. |
Posted: 2013-03-31 20:54:39 UTC |
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