Creamy moth of wings and paper.! THE FRIDAY HERALD A) Bloggers Square Spider plays a speck of dirt as flat as paint, a coffee perk in the shed, waiting on web to hurt. Creamy moth of wings and paper flies around a bag of my black trousers near still and sticky legs longer. " Billy C. Samer 👖 THE... Sign in to see full entry.
And then my life in photo album yard otherwise empty lawn and clover. ☔ 😉 The Thursday Times Blog Review A) Bill’s Review 🗼 At the Edge of Summer ✻ By Jessica Brockmole 🎨 ( http://www.bookreporter.com/reviews/at-the-edge-of-summer ) + However, I skipped and then stopped at some 160 pages past the... Sign in to see full entry.
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“How you doin’ dude?” a long curly blond haired farm worker in overalls without a shirt says. He pitches a tomato at him. On defense of, breaking unspoken university regulations on dating, his head’s turned to the street. He catches it. I’m a good catch, but… He looks back at Lindsay. She’s resumed,... Sign in to see full entry.
George Herbert. Angel Wings. “Lord, who created man in wealth and store…/Decaying more and more/Til he became/most poor…/O let me rise/As larks, harmoniously;/And sin; this day thy victories…” ☔ 😉 The Thursday Times Blog Review A) Bill’s Review 💡 V.P., PRESIDENT’S GRANDSON, AND SON OF AMBASSADOR ¨... Sign in to see full entry.
Ryan smacks his lips, taking in the sweetness of the wine over spring lettuce. Jean bites her lips. She wishes she was a cat, so she can bite his hands. He needs them to paint for a living – back in New Orleans and now in Oklahoma where he stalked her 50th Anniversary Summer of Love, WCBS NEWSRADIO,... Sign in to see full entry.
light; the colors are people ☕ THE ☔ 😉 SUN A) 60 Seconds 🕑 📱 Android Controlled Gestures Manipulate On Screen Objects on Smartphones [1] 📱 ( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Android_(operating_system) >) B ) Bill’s R 👀 st 📳 🔑 M usicana Exitheme 🚶 Have I The Right The Honeycombs. 1964 🚥 (... Sign in to see full entry.
I live the poems I wrote in life… They walk past the Yerba Buena Gardens. The clang clang clang ding dongs of the cable cars blow in the breeze. On spiritual discernment, Bacchus leads her past the doorman, watching Mushroom, hopping around on the pavement. MIDWEEK MIRROR A) THE COMICS SECTION ¾... Sign in to see full entry.