Songs were made to sing,
While we're young!
Every day is Spring,
While we're young!
None can refuse,
Time flies so fast!
Too dear to lose,
An' too sweet to last!
Though it may be just . . .
For today!
Share our love we must . . .
While we may!
So blue the skies,
All sweet surprise,
Shines before our eyes,
While we're young!
( None can refuse,
Time flies so fast!
Too dear to lose,
An' too sweet to last! )
Though it may be just . . .
For today!
Share our love we must . . .
While we may!
So blue the skies,
All sweet surprise,
Shines before our eyes,
While we're young!
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
About Me
- Name: Glen Creason
- Location: Fear City, Ca., United States
"My name is Addison DeWitt. My native habitat is the theater. In it I toil not, neither do I spin. I am a critic and commentator. I am essential to the theatre - as ants to a picnic, as the boll weevil to a cotton field." George Sanders in "All About Eve"
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