ladroars poems and art: Recoreded On Local Vocal Location

Monday, January 7, 2008

Recoreded On Local Vocal Location

You told me '' it doesn't, because nothing does rhyme with orange'' I tripped, missing my thought, walking through the rusty ion door, Hinged on our relationship. Pass the lemon vinegar, I've cut myself once more. Removals The trucks wheels sprayed removals, I spat my return, the phlem run clear Down the window screen In one flick of lash, squirt of tear I was wiped away. Sign in to see full entry.

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Ladroar just loves a minute by minute take on life, it's ups and downs and round and rounds. Finding myself honest and caring, then in the next moment. Daring the change, my mind begins its games and I must pick up pen or brush, or I might loose my fleeting expression. My brain's rush of thoughts; with my heart I judge each colourful image, that is brought to my attention by my old friend Imagination. I hope you enjoy the work we intend sharing with you all, good luck ! Michael

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