"Strumming my pain with his fingers, (one time, one time) singing my life with his words, (two time, two time) killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song, telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song"
I do have an affinity to Bracken Ferns. First year, I went deer hunting, I got pretty cold. So being a good Boy Scout, I covered myself, with a bunch of ferns. Got warm and sleepy and woke up to two fawns, just a few feet away. And, no, I didn't shoot (did have a permit for them). They were too fun to watch. I told my dad and he just shook his head and said, "Damn kid" LOL
Interesting, anyway.
And, no, I didn't shoot (did have a permit for them). They were too fun to watch. I told my dad and he just shook his head and said, "Damn kid" LOL