Tuesday, June 24, 2008
I think I may have sold my house today so I gotta breathe, breathe, breathe
Sea And there in floral garden we breathe and breathe again Glazed stepping stones our pathway to sanctuary A pond, perhaps, which trickles of life and laughter Enticing our eyes beyond presumed drudgery In peaceful slay we lay in broken mended Amidst the sway of gardenia and the stoics of Bird of...
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