| BLUE SKIES |
| The clouds have cleared away, I need to play without delay. Blue skies are calling my name, to those inside, it is a shame. Cottonwood blowing across my view, the stuff makes me sneeze �aaahh choo. Smell those flowers, feel the breeze, it's suppose to be about seventy degrees. Something so simple lifting my mood, lets have a picnic and eat junk food. LGuzzino 060101 |