He is slow moving like a snail, layed back and taking life as it comes it seems to me to be like that. Christmas is slowly coming, but when Nov comes it won't be long, for Santa to come to us all this year. looking forward to it actually am for once.
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
Regis
Blessings,
Joyce B.
this write about! Very interesting
ET
Love,
Elizabeth