Back when the ponies ran, when the girls were young and the odds were there to beat, my little personal winning streak ended as it had begun, naturally, without my being aware of it. Why me? Why not someone else who deserved it? My winning streak ended like a black-feathered bird bursting the sky had landed on me.
The boy with the wishful eyes
The boy with the wishful eyes
The boy with the wishful eyes
Back when the ponies ran, when the girls were young and the odds were there to beat, my little personal winning streak ended as it had begun, naturally, without my being aware of it. Why me? Why not someone else who deserved it? My winning streak ended like a black-feathered bird bursting the sky had landed on me.