if it was the thought that counts

my house would be spotless and by the sea with a spacious rolling backyard full of horses and a pool and flower gardens .. and a lil boat on the dock..

and i would have baked the blind lady a cake that my sister asked me to days ago.. among other things.. i'd rescue all the poor and homeless and helpless and kick the ass of their abusers

i'd grow flax and have looms of intricate weavers and make beautiful gowns for fancy men and ladies..

and have bakeries piled high with bread and cake and pastries and flowing with soups for anyone who wanted..

stares at the mountain river full of rocks and.. watches fish glide by *tips hat*