Instead of a quote today, I’m giving you a poem that my brother wrote one night, eons ago, when we were both in a wierd mood. We wrote a whole page of stupidness, but this one was one of my favorites. I might be the only one that finds this funny, but I thought I needed something funny this time around, instead of inspirational!
“Little buggy on the floor,
You’re not alive anymore.
Go up to heaven where you’ll soar,
With little buggies that are no more”
I told you it was pretty dorky, but I love my brother, and I love his dumb sense of humour 