Only until this cigarette is ended,
A little moment at the end of all,
While on the floor the quiet ashes fall,
And in the firelight to a lance extended,
Bizarrely with the jazzing music blended,
The broken shadow dances on the wall,
I will permit my memory to recall
The vision of you, by all my dreams attended.
And then adieu,—farewell!—the dream is done.
Yours is a face of which I can forget
The colour and the features, every one,
The words not ever, and the smiles not yet;
But in your day this moment is the sun
Upon a hill, after the sun has set.
Oh boy here we go
Nobody draws Halo quite like Craig Mullins.
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this is the happiest picture ever oh myg odo he is smiling there i s a rainbow he is havingfun in the sun
bringing some old fashioned positivity to your dash
Seen in Union Square.
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