To Susan Boyle
One day I heard someone tell my father that he was lucky he had at least one pretty daughter.
I knew I wasn't the pretty one.
Just as I'm sure you knew you weren't the pretty one.
No, my dear Susan, you're not pretty, you're beautiful.
Just like me.
I can listen (and watch) you sing all day. You give me hope.
http://www.mindanaoexaminer.com/news.php?news_id=20090415083228
I knew I wasn't the pretty one.
Just as I'm sure you knew you weren't the pretty one.
No, my dear Susan, you're not pretty, you're beautiful.
Just like me.
I can listen (and watch) you sing all day. You give me hope.
http://www.mindanaoexaminer.com/news.php?news_id=20090415083228
posted by Mitzi at Thursday, April 16, 2009
2 Comments:
Glad you are feeling better. Whenever I am sick I write to pass the time.
Chris,
I could hardly read, let alone write. I would nod off, I was so pooped.
But as the Beatles said, "it's getting better all the time.."
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