Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.”
....because we all need a safe place..go now...imagine and decorate your's...Holidays are coming..no matter WHAT..xoxo
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4 comments:
Passerbys would see me stepping down that path and laugh. So pretty and clever.
... wishing you a very good pre X mas season, my friend ... Love, cat.
Mag ik met je mee dear Dutchess ?
Veel liefs,
Mapi
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Good morning dearest one....This piece of street art is ENCHANTING! Where on earth is this? Does this take us to Nowhere? Is this the portal to our secret place? Then I'm going....if only I could jump through the computer screen.....
YES. We are going to get the house ready next week on my two day holiday for Thanksgiving! WELCOME HOME!
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