There was a boy, as little as could be.
He had a dream, bigger than his soup of pea.
Many told him, it just could not be.
He was like a flea in the middle of the sea.
Tried he did, one time two and three.
As graceful as a rock thrown from the tree.
Yet he goes on in glee.
That one day, perched on tree, more than a
flea, an eagle he will be.
Friday, July 2, 2010
Greetings from NJ!
The CIEE blog lives here: http://www.ciee.org/wat/blogs Hope i will get down to writing something
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