I lost my Muse the other day It just spread its wings and flew… And I’m not quite sure where it d… When it breached that vision of fa… It has left before but it came bac…
There once was a man With a hole in his shoe Who wore flannel and wool And everything new. He had bright red mittens
Seated on a bolder In the midst of Yellowstone Reflecting on a Geyser And a Bison, all alone. Tis my place to unwind the springs
There’s a little white church at t… And it’s next to a park in “Goose… The park isn’t much, just some gra… And an old wishing well, if wishin… There’s a story that’s told about…
In the morning mist the sky was ki… With tiny sparks from a wooded rod The power was shy, those sparks to… Not like the power from the hand o… Those magic places in those mystic…
Crystal Sails on “The Golden Sch… Her rigging laced with silver thre… This ghost ship sails, (All hands… By the ghastly crew, now firmly de… Foggy harbors and misty coves
I am put upon and drained Up in the Willow’s highest branch… So, I linger in the shadows of it… However I shall never render blame
Lying on the gravestones are the f… And the letters on the stones look… The dates set low on those stony s… And the largest letters spell the… As I look across the grounds, I s…
There is no face that wanders past a mirror And does not look from time to time, within. And although sadness
We are ripples On a never ending lakes, Like those crystals Too finely made, that breaks. We are mortal
On the sidewalk, I saw a Honey-B… It was walking ‘round and ‘round,… I could tell it wasn’t right, his… And I wondered, “Is this his fina… Later on, I passed by and he was…
“Over the river and through the wo… To Grandmother’s house we go. ...… But it’s not the wolf I worry abo… It’s those Blank-ah-de-Blank Bug… Those with wings and those with le…
It was just past midnight When I heard a bell, It wasn’t a big one, It was small, I could tell. Ting-Ting, Ting-ting,
Finius Frog Flew Feverishly Forw… Following Fellow Flier Fickelste… Formations Fashioned From Flying… Furnish Flux, Frequently Facilit… First Fashioned For Fun, Fulker…
Should death be a shadowed face Covered in a sheet of black, Or a valley filled with painful du… For the strength that I once lack… What is death, just another step?
