pink wings flying in the background breaking grandma's porcelain paperweight I just sit dead in the background girl when ya gonna pull your weight
pigs and bunnies dancing on my bed sing these ditties I play out in my head girl you're never gonna be my hero never gonna be my hero
songs and beatles crimson ribbons to choke us don't worry we're already dead pink wings dancing on my back never gonna be Daddy's angel never gonna be Daddy's angel is dead
Oh April. The art of subtlety is brought up only by those who master it. Your warm comments for me only reflect what I've known about you. Really great to hear from you again.
Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
Reviewed on September 12, 2004
Very nice
Reviewed by Mari Laureano (Reader)
Reviewed on September 11, 2004
girl, you are my hero...
sorrow in broken pink wings...left in a little girl's hands....
so much love to you, April...
**Mari**
Rosetta was born in 1909 as the youngest of ten children. The family had more laughter than money and neighbors would knock on their door to ask, "Can we come in and laugh, too?"
This book is an autobiographical account of the lessons I learned about life and how I was able to apply them to inspire, motivate and empower others in my own work as a firefighter, as well in my daily life as a husband, a father and a man. When I w
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Very heart touching write.
sorrow in broken pink wings...left in a little girl's hands....
so much love to you, April...
**Mari**