And if I was Portland Timbers fan, when I saw the road rose
it'd be love.
More importantly, this :
A LITTLE TOOTH
Your baby grows a tooth, then two, and four, and five, then she wants some meat directly from the bone. It's all over: she'll learn some words, she'll fall in love with cretins, dolts, a sweet talker on his way to jail. And you, your wife, get old, flyblown, and rue nothing. You did, you loved, your feet are sore. It's dusk. Your daughter's tall.
then my favorite song of 2010:
then please consider your refractions and negotiations with them in the box of prisms we live in when reading this.