Bits and Pieces...

I'd call a place pure paradise

where families are loyal and strangers are nice,

where the music is jazz and the season is fall.

Promise me that or nothing at all.

--- Maya Angelou

You came into my life
Quietly, Simply, Placidly
And my words stood still...

---Lorelei Pablo

Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
There's a land that I heard of, once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true