Jerry will forever be blowing bubbles…
He’s dreaming dreams,
He’s scheming schemes,
He’s building castles high.
They’re born anew,
Their days are few,
Just like a sweet butterfly.
And as the daylight is dawning,
They come again in the morning.
Love you mate
* great shot of great artist – thanks Bob!
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