There’s nothing like the back roads of East Texas to keep you happy.
Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call today his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Be fair or foul or rain or shine.
The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine.
Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
-John Dryden
for the love of nike 
Lovely outfit,
John Dryden sure knows how to write a poem. Not bad i got to say
such a good poem, huh?
glad you like it.