Camp Johnson Crossing NW
“Violins are for sissies” she said “I play violin” I answered “I like sissies” she replied
London - England
I won't explain what the poems mean so don't ask! You are the music while the music lasts. - if it's untitled, then it's unfinished. ...
What is one man that he should make much of his winters, even when they bend him like heavy snow? So many other men have ...
The Brink (h-town), texas
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