My nephew Johnny is always running all over the place. Eating sugar off the top of a cookie.
Or playing inside of the giant wind chimes.
Who's that behind the train?
Oh, it's just Johnny.
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Rambunctious little one.
Posted by Alice at 5:40 PM
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