Bedtime for a toad (revised)

Riding to a gradage…

Heading to the parking lot, to digout the cardboard that i sleep on.. Cooking up some mushroom soup for midnight snack, life living on the streets.. I wish within all my sweet dreams that my daughter will be in my thoughts during my nights rest.. ifinn there someone i do miss! She would be the one! However i do understand that i, was not the ideal father image.. Truly i believe deep my heart, she will always love me…

So i end with,

good-night little one…

(she hates when i call her that)

Revised next day morning now…

i had so much trouble posting this comment lastnight i just gave up… Posted it quickly, then when to my camp, or one would say parking lot!

Nonetheless we’re here this morning, after collecting a few bottles to cash-in… Now we can get on with the day an make some morn posts or even get myself a treat…

Damn!

Ain’t living just wonderful….

Just a tiny whisper from a toad.