The Honeymoon Hidden secrets come into view Life revitalized and begins anew Pleasure waits through rose colore… Life is lustrous star-like flashes
The men of the Finger Exercise C… packaging maniacs that look so fun… tighten the bottle caps with all t… so whoever tries to open them give… A one and a two and a three and a…
........and the angels foresaw a continuous hunger throughout, a cessation in the human chain, a flaw in the propagation of the species,
The Grind Two minute drill up ahead we must… Every inch and every yard we must… Time to start clawing at six point… We dig our cleats in the rain soak…
From the pacific skies comes the f… in the mystic winds from an outwar… from a bursting star in the night-… rocks catch on fire, break loose,… Lava cools down and splits into pi…
Along the way before Martin’s Win… a road not taken and by-passed thr… is still a mystery to me that make… When I see it again shall I begin… My beaten path has my tracks still…
Weather and Free Will God mixed hot and cold to bring mo… Weather took over upon its departu… Freedom broke loose from his comma… Scouting green pastures to safely…
Where homes are houses And shoes are anchors, Bound to the earth that Sings out of tune, The flight of music is a wounded b…
Space to space Earth to earth Never shall they Wander away from home Centuries upon centuries
Beautiful Laura in a chiffon dres… Twisting legs under dire distress Swirling above the seas in rapid m… A ballarina above the restless oce… Sweet Laura, slave of the wicked…
The traitors were lined up in front of the firing squad with black hoods covering their eyes about to meet their fate. They had opposed the dreaded dictator’s way of thinking. As the ...
Mother Nature, beautiful child, E… of humanity sketched out on the dr… embodiment of innocence and purity… with verdants stretching out into… reaching out into the Holy Garden…
Up From the Grave His old tombstone, beaten by the w… After many years of being left alo… Lies behind a church cursed by the… In an old abandoned graveyard
Prayers in the dusty fields of cor… where the farmers weep and wonder if the world is drying up or shift… if there ever will be the rains ag… what it feels like against their s…
A song to be sung by a select few, Those who love their labor true, Those who toil with love in their… Who work the fields 'til day depar… Alone from those who idle the day…
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