They lit up the dark as I fell asleep.
Ring around the rosie.
pocket full of posies.
They say that was about the black plague, other's say that posies wasn't even a word in English back then. And why did no one else make the connection until 1961? The cure, supposedly, turned out to be fire. They burned the city down. It chased the rats away.
Ashes, ashes.
We all fall down.
Tomorrow is another day. In fact, today is very nearly another day. And next week is another week. Perhaps that one will do as well as this one.
Io ti amerò per sempre. E tu a me?
