Monday, May 19, 2008
There’s varying ideas amongst Blogiteers about what happens when we die but
Resting Stones In our youth we laid musing in the afternoon sun with burning coals of ambition We dreamt of grandeur and fame and some did win this envied goal while others sank into shameful tides Beneath adolescent beating brow aspirations and castle visions danced within our imagination Some maps...
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