we human ships, caught by wind
breezing us through shining clouds
fingertips breathe
lifting feet off daisy blossoms
Thursday, September 24, 2009
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who i am
don't say words that you don't mean
and when i'm gone... please speak well of me
and when i'm gone... please speak well of me
wish i was there
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- would that make him genghis khan?
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1 comments:
I'm having the urge to start singing "Let's go fly a kite!" and spin in circles in my yard.
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