The only limits are, as always, those of vision - James Broughton
WHO CARES ANYWAY Fingers pointing Chins wagging Always something Unkind to say Who cares anyway? Everywhere you go Look right and left Gossip rears its ugly head But my how things change When you are dead Tongues come to a sudden halt The Sad faces emerge Heads shake and nod As they join in the... Sign in to see full entry.