The Big Grey House On The Corner
A poem by J.F. Conant
He who loves an old house never loves in vain. How can an old house used to sun and rain, to lilac and to larkspur and an elm above-ever fail to answer the heart that gives it love?
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Love the song even if I don't love him anymore....
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Those lyrics kind of tell Billy Joel's story.
September 5, 2011 at 6:14 AM
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