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Thursday, November 4, 2010
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- The McCarthys
- Pat and I have been married since 02. We have a beautiful little boy, who makes us laugh every day. Two awesome puppies, and a wonderful life!
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- Natalie & Cory
- Paige & Josh
- Rob D. Photography
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Where the Sidewalk Ends
There is a place where the sidewalk
ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
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.
ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
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.
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