Captain Haley has settled down in Santa Barbara, and spends his time ruminating on wine, photography, life in Paradise, and the human condition. Nothing too deep...
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Love Is a Rose
Love is a rose but you better not pick it Only grows when it's on the vine Handful of thorns and you'll know you've missed it Lose your love when you say the word mine
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