End of Summer
Bright stars, no lightsThese are September nightsBurning sky, empty treesWaiting for the cooler breeze Bugs gone, gardens pickedCold ice-cream cone I…
Where good things happen.
Bright stars, no lightsThese are September nightsBurning sky, empty treesWaiting for the cooler breeze Bugs gone, gardens pickedCold ice-cream cone I…
“Billy, isn’t this a beautiful evening,” said Dianne Troll. “Oh, look, a shooting star!” “Quick, make a wish,” said Billy…