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.
The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Thei
Eyes glare of
the unexpected
staring far too long
the person that
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
I live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults
If Four Is A Party This Is A Public Party
I have one too many personalities,
I don't know which one is me,
So if I'm nice a
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their sile
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
Leaves crackle and crunch beneath my feet
as l inhale the air that smells so sweet
<Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
When your mind is set
On a splendid thing you want to do,
Some will shrug,
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