It's 7:55 P.M. We are on the bus headed back to Pop after a jaunt to Downtown Disney.
Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,
When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.
Micki
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