The tale I'm gonna tell is about the group who couldn't say. Together they discovered with each other the perfection of an outdoor day. They had won some kind of prize for selling way more stuff than the other guys. They were the shrewdest unit movers so their bosses got 'em tours of the countryside.
Holly saw a certain bird but she couldn't work up any words. She kind of lost her shoes and lost her mind and smashed her phone upon a fallen pine.
Daryl couldn't talk at all he wondered how the trees had grown to be so tall. He calculated all the height and width and density for insurance purposes.
And at the desktop there's crying sounds for all the projects due. And no one else is around and the sprinkles that come at 3 a.m. sound like crowds of people asking: "Are you happy what you're doing?"
And at the desktop there's crying sounds for all the projects due. And no one else is around and the sprinkles that come at 3 a.m. sound like crowds of people asking: "Are you happy what you're doing?"
Becky wondered why she'd never noticed dragonflies. Her "drag and click" had never yielded anything as perfect as a dragonfly.
And then the supervisor stood right in the creek and it felt really good. That's about the time he finally had realised the importance of this day.
That's about the time he realised that he was with the group who couldn't say.
They felt so good it hurt forget the words, they were the group who couidn't say ...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
