On a guitar of time, he played pleasant tunes,
the rhymes of his life were sung by the moon.
Always keep moving, he never looked behind,
stepped to the beat tunes played in his mind.
Many wise words he sang, so lovely the sound,
composed with chords that kept peace around.
I sometimes get visions and with them shivers,
as I think of the legend that traveled this river.
I wish it were true, that he wrote such a song,
when the world heard it, we'd all sing along.
Some areas long as hoses
You buy at a garden store.
Mine can be used to smell ros
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
The joke was very funny
She laughed a lot of tears
When suddenly her eye fell out
Be The Best Of Whatever Who You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but be
I'm so sorry I missed your birthday.
A special day, I know it's true.
But birthda
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
Girls!
They protect you!
Mind you, correct you!
In ways you never thought