A new spring, Birds take to wing. New grass grows, New water flows. All things blossom, In Mother Nature's bosom. From a creative wellspring Come one by one, Fishes called story and song.
09.20.2007 08:04 PM
Swing your razor high seeney Hold it to the skies Freeley flows the blood of thoses who morlize His needs are few, His room is bare He hardly uses his fancy chair The more he breathes, the more he lives He never forget And he never forgives Not Sweeney Not Swee...
08.03.2007 10:18 AM
Pain Collides with the heightened awareness of a presence behind. Chill Embraces as death lies close Fear As teeth bite into some flesh Warmth As blood trickles down a neck Sadness As life drains away I see the fairies dancing At midnight they are prancing Inside the ring of willow trees D...
04.23.2007 08:59 AM
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