tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18652433.post-17002757420823535892008-06-04T16:22:00.000-07:002008-06-04T16:34:46.969-07:002008-06-04T16:34:46.969-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3114/2551641169_2377c5652f_b.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3114/2551641169_2377c5652f_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>wasn't it just the other day, we were walking hand in hand through the park, and all the flowers smiled up at us and we couldn't see beyond tomorrow?<br /><br />wasn't it just the other day, we were talking about names, about places, about going, about staying, about this-ing, and that-ing?<br /><br />wasn't it just the other day, the world stood still under our feet, and we felt the soft rumble of the Earth's rotation stop, and all we could feel was the coolness and the grass, and all there was, was us, and the universe?<br /><br />wasn't it just the other day, we were young, healthy, running along the beach laughing, throwing stones into the blue, gazing down at our sand colored feet and wondering how far they'd go together?<br /><br />wasn't it just the other day?toadmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06899700977986759414noreply@blogger.com