My Dear Xiao Ling the Road Awaits It Doth Sing
My dear Xiao Ling .
The road awaits, it doth sing .
OH ! to spend this day with you – such pleasure !!!,
for me, it would be, what a wonderful treasure !!!
Harrison, patiently awaits our coming.
Acers of many coloured Tulips, beckoning.
The skies of soft Salvador Dali, blue,
waiting to shine down upon me and you.
B. J. “A” 2
April 18th 2014
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