Things that no one seems to hear If you can smile, up above
I hope you look down tomorrow, while I'm awake
To see all the times I laugh, and all the times I frown
Notice then that, just like you, nothing keeps me down
A poison spitting yak comes and chews up all documentation of your homework assignments, but when you tell your teacher, they pull out the book of excuses and finds this one as number 4.388. You fail.
I wish for every book in the world.
Tanya Jean Spradling-Basilio-Pedigo
May 13, 1960 ~ November 4, 2008
Loving Sister, Devoted Daugther, Perfect Mom
Whisper softly to my ear