October 2010
47 posts
Autumn Leaves
fromme-toyou:
“The falling leaves drift by the window, the autumn leaves of red and gold…. I see your lips, the summer kisses, the sunburned hands, I used to hold. Since you went away, the days grow long, and soon I’ll hear ol’ winter’s song. But I miss you most of all my darling, when autumn leaves start to fall.”
— Johnny Mercer, Autumn Leaves
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Miss Sixma: Everyday French With Pierre Escargot →
misssixma:
There are small children in my nose.
I will not introduce you to my fluffy dog Boo-Boo.
I will not introduce you to this piece of wheat toast.
May I blow my nose in your Sandwich?
I want to shave your back.
My father’s name is Stephanie.
I’m sorry I thought that was my pocket
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