Graduations |
On the weekend I attended a graduation banquet for my small group girls. It was the wierdest thing. I've been working with these girls since my OAC year, so it was, in a sense, a graduatio...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Jun 2005 10:05:00 GMT |
How We Maybe Possibly Could Of First Met (and what happened next) - a poem by Ben Bartosik |
On a Monday night, so hot not cold,
It happened before we were very old.
A misty fog hung like a veiled hood,
Atop a bridge, there she stood.
Her name was Nat, my name was Ben,
Immediately I knew...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Feb 2005 16:25:00 GMT |
