I went to find the pot of gold
That's waiting where the rainbow ends.
I searched and searched and searched and searched
And searched and searched, and then--
There it was, deep in the grass
Under an old and twisted bough
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine at last...
What do I search for now?
--The Search, Shel Silverstein
8 comments:
Geeez Sean I'm sorry....*plans to stay out of the woods*
Karen,
Lol...it's not you. Just tired of dealing with idiots...
... if you go into the woods today, you're in for a big surprise .....
Yikes, seems safer to hang with the teddy bears than the skitch bears.
*hands Sean a beer*
~K~
Yup K, teddy bears can have teeth you know *nods wisely* Skitch bears also have teeth but they don't bite....usually
this post is brought to you by the word verification "dicebre" which is December spelled really, really badly
come on now skitch, since when are hatchets only for travelers??
K,
Only certain people are unsafe in my woods!
>:)
Karen,
I usually only bark...but will bite hard when provoked...lol.
Lana,
Well, they're not. Lol...shhh..we don't want people to be tipped off.
Actually, I have a great (non violent) hatchet story that may appear here one day!
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