“For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.”
Because too many of y’all need to drop your copy of “Left Behind” and pick up some trash.
But don’t worry, no celebrities will be singing “Imagine” in this post.
Out of the mouths (or diaries) of babes.