A torch held high. Let it be exalted as we recall our glory days of ago. Let it be held up high as we climb the hills of life and let them be full of splendor and struggle. Let this torch be passed from friend to friend =from those who know us well and those that don't know us well enough.
so go the cats singing "Memory"
Let's travel on the memory brick road during a good game of concentration.
Happy 11th Birthday Little Chick
2 months ago