Just a thought in passing.
Gone are the women with buttons an… Bright feathered hats and covered-… Long dresses, with flair, that spr… All tucked in that basket where Y… Gone are the Top-Hats, Gold-watc…
How many sounds do you hear in her… And what is the color of her soul… Do you see her in the blazing oran… Or in the hope that comes a-dancin… Does the song she sings remind you…
As dreams take flight in another s… That does not come by way of eyes; In twilight dreams and deeper scen… Are heard the screams and mournful… Some dreams ring true from out of…
Dear Lord, there were times when I wove the fiber of my being into the fabric of my life and each time that it unraveled it left a patch behind,
There is a shadowy figure on the w… On this very early Christmas morn… And it moves with the stealth of… Darting and dashing, without warni… The mall is closed, it’s too late…
Her gaze rests on billowed sails, Held in place by slumber’s rigging… As she sails past shadowed coves Where moonlight dances on pearl sa… In the distance a foghorn sounds
Yesterday, I heard Greatness call… But it was actually asking, “Who… I thought for sure my star was ris… But it was held to the earth by mo… The glue is a blending of wanton l…
“Over the river and through the wo… To Grandmother’s house we go. ...… But it’s not the wolf I worry abo… It’s those Blank-ah-de-Blank Bug… Those with wings and those with le…
Some pray and ask for miracles, {But you do them every day}, They seem to think that you should… Some mountain ... pass away. All the proof is in your deeds,
Dreams are much like stepping-ston… That you’re placing on muddy groun… Be sure your foothold is secure Before you lay the next one down.
I saw a bird landing there, A whimsical thrush without a care, Upon that branch that bobs in the… With new buds sprouting, oh so nic… A whimsical Thrush without a care…
She insisted on Caramel And Peanut-butter pastries, Either by the box, or by the pound… And a Walnut, pistachio, lemon ca… With a very thick malt
Live the Love forever In our hearts we see you there Live the Love forever Leave behind what you share Visions painted with the brush
video gaming extraordinarily counterproductive
The Caterpillar weeps from her co… Not as she was, as Spring has fou… Flying on wings of genetic flux Into the eyes of our children’s ch…
