i dreamt i saw you walking
up a hillside in the snow
casting shadows on the winter sky
as you stood there counting crows
one for sorrow, two for joy,
three for girls, and four for boys,
five for silver, six for gold, and
seven for a secret never to be told

there's a bird that nests inside you
sleeping underneath your skin
when you open up your wings to speak
i wish you'd let me in

from "a murder of one" ~ counting crows
memo to me . . .

mmmmmm . . . yum! Malto Meal is goodness in my tummy!

Oh, yeah, the memo ~ looking into a old fashioned cereal ad template, or and old fashioned food ads template for fun and amusement.

and tell people about the new ring i made for Ian


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confessed on Monday, Feb. 18, 2002