What looks like a cloud to one person is a chance to sell umbrellas to the next.
I think it’s time for me to put this doubt on the shelf
and keep it there for ever, right beside my former self.
Please come here.. come right on over..
when we collide we’ll see what gets left over
… There is no line that you can’t step right over
Turn a new page, tear the old one out;
I’ll try to see things your way
and I’m gonna love you anyway.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map