Unsettled afternoons spent with coffee spilling children's hearts are bigger than their shoes hit the pavement running while we chase the good times keep coming if we let them be themselves amoung the wild they stay wild and by instinct are themselves.
He sees culture in the window that gently fills his future with color (outside of the lines). He will not forget. We may. But he will not.
Rock and roll, little man.
Rock and roll.
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