blackberry vines climb to the sky and bring forth sweet, sour candy from God. not from man, for nothing this pure comes from man's hand. this is bliss. this is sandboxes and swingsets. training wheels and the scraped knees, we cried, but tried again. it's harder to be that determined when you're older. old people seem to give up so easy. so let us sit on this day and bask in sun's rays feeding on this warm black necter feeling little again. peace love and everyday's the 14th...