Under that apple suckling tree
Oh yeah!
Under that apple suckling tree
Oh yeah!
Underneath that tree
There's just gonna be you and me
Underneath that apple suckling tree
Oh yeah!
Where do I begin? This world is becoming too complicated, too impersonal, too stark : like cold, blue steel. When you get right down to it, when all is said and done, it's all gonna be just you and me. Bear with me, my daily thoughts, my daily ruminations, my daily rants and raves, the occasional silliness. I haven't painted my masterpiece yet. Perhaps I shall some day.
