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Join Date: Dec 2007
02-09-2011, 02:32 PM
Saving my Goth Angel of Death one for later..
Wheres that Quantum of Solliance as it rains and one does not reach 3000 at solitaire?
Is it with the cat on the lap bumping the arm as i try to type.. ur with sylvia plath.
its the trip to the grocer and forgetting the coffee
is it the way you smile
many nights go by.
what can i do,,
is it the view of new barn kittens that begins ones day
or the broken reading glass bow..
some things are left to unknown..
in Lord Tennyson or Byron.. or maybe Shelby..
Ney robbie Burns
where your tamishater falls in your highness
and cromwell wants your kin to relocated to NI
for loyalties to Stewarts House..
I blame it on Duke William
where Normandee was no good enough..
Put the pinch on vassall housed to gather the levies
Grand Armee Du Nord.. would be proud.
We're at them
Ode to things you do when your internets down....
held bastage to the caprices of the wind...