And I feel like a real Dad when I read to her at night. She won't sleep without one story, at least.
So, we skipped Annabel, and discussed condoms. I said I liked the orange ones, and we ended our talk in laughter.
And I'm thinking as our bodies meet that I'll remember this forever, and i just hope it's for all the right reasons.
I’m alone with the ghost of the swamp, somewhere near the weeping willows.
Our great adventure ran out of petrol and stopped on this farm.
I'm not sure if my dream is a dream, or a nightmare.
My father said to remember your enemies as well as your friends, and don't trust either of them.
