In memory

In memory of the nightfall, when the air was always warm.
In memory of giant sparks as now approached a new storm.
In memory of the feeling when I sat atop some hill.
In memory of the evening, when all but crickets were still.
In memory, memory, memory, how it once was.
I know and keep these memories;
My favorite memories.
Why?
Just because. :)

Rod

The Iron pole? I guess you could say that, because thiis guy Rod is really where it's at. With skills no one can match and a vocabulary for the records, without Rod on your team, style is something you just can't afford. Oh well, that's ok. Cause this man's with the BOX. Look out you organic lovers, this man is a cooool fox. He's awesome and honest not to mention persistent. Those who ever deal with him are hardly resistant. Rod, Oh Rod, the one who made it all happen. Our props go out to you and there ain't no body laughing. Thanks for the love and diligence you show. Because of you my father, there's no limits to where we'll go. The Green Polkadot Box is all because of this man. Rod of iron. let's all give him a big hand.