

Port Winesad port wine saturdays indigo fog paints the past on my face blind with hope wander through my futures aimless celebratory cheersPort Wine
okay I'll go
picturesque tree branches among the breathing morning mist firewood cut for the embers the smells of a soothed soul the day is kissing my hands
okay I'll stay


Missouri HillsA girl's young Christmas time I wish I had been there She sings to me her reveille Of youthful common caresMissouri Hills
And all along the time-line gone Are memories that fade And dissipate into the clouds Lest we listen back again
Well Jesus saves and I do crave My soul to sing aloud
And little girls anticipate
The life they know not about
Grass will grow on Missouri hills And tress will catch the wind May they catch her voice and send it where The light will never dim
great poems/ songsand gallery!
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We need to hang out and eat a whole bunch of shit at Atherton. Then go chill somewhere and talk about stuff, ya dig?
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