Beakman with the big big nose, a hose nose that grows and grows, A shnoz that reaches to the limits… a sneezing louder than Mrs. Timit… an echo heard around the world,

Mmm the smell of salt in the briny… so close to the sea as Neptunian f… standing back to gaze at the waves marveling at how the ocean plays living as a yeoman but not at sea

As old geezers say, ”Enough is en… Hooking up all their chaotic stuff… Computers, TVs, telephones, remot… Electronic conundrums for us old g… Before we go completely insane,

Music in the pulse of time Traveling in the bowels of rhyme Riding on the sun and clouds Moving westward in the shrouds Metal rain falling upon heated dru…

The first time I tried to sing the song, it was the wayward wind on the high seas and I was a sailor trying to tame it. The melody was a strange beast that devoured me. Its beauty str...

His home was a big wooden crate that he found outside a furniture store. He found an old mattress and gathered up as many thrown away coats and blankets as he could find to brace himse...

Expedition of the winds of the bor… the blanketing of the cold, cold skin of the hills, the shedding of the snows of the h… the teary eyes casting their sorro…

The exhibition was set for the first day of summer. The local artists in the town had a chance to display their works. It was a splendid day, warm and sunny. It seemed like the clouds...

Melody on air, sacred Psalms in the wind, drifting rivers above the clouds in the lazy skies, music in its melodic flowing

All is calm and all is clear When voices speak from upward tier… Power surges and assurance rolls When a new spirit calls to empty s… Heaven speaks in a language unknow…

From the inversion of summer and w… from icy hideaways of cryptic spoi… the new ground is now a convalesce… a fallow that becomes a fertile lo… a fertile loam that promotes the s…