Monday, March 8, 2010

Oh, dirt roads...

Helping the kids out of their coats---
oh, wait, the babies haven't been born.
Unpacking the bags and setting up,
and planting lilacs and buttercups.

In the meantime, I've got it hard...
second-floor living without a yard.
It may be years before the day
my dreams will match up with my pay!

I've got a man to stick it out,
to make a home from a rented house.
And we'll collect the moments one by one,
I guess that's how the future's spun.





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