they stopped to say.
I stopped to stare.
The trees were green,
the flowers in bloom.
No cars to be seen,
only the clean air.
And as I stopped,
I stared in wonder,
"I have to go."
And my friends, they wondered to ask,
"Why is that so?"
And so I awoke,
a tear slowly falling,
and replied, my heart full of woe.
"Oh, my friends," I stopped to reply,
"How can I be happy in paradise,
if it truly isn't so?"
Kinda weird. I came up with it this morning in the car listening to, well, yeah, Welcome to Paradise.
I just realized at the awful grammar of this song...
Happy Groundhog Day!
Today during science we had a party because the A section had brought their homework in for a whole semester.
In improv one of the charades was groundhog day, and I figured it out!
Hooray for pajama day!