A Poem for my Dad, which he'll never see. |
As soft winds sweep away the daysI look back on life through a haze.Remember playgrounds, parks and friends,In childlike gaze that never ends.The laughter in a game of catch,Shall memory ever attach.....
Posted by Chrïs ® on Sun, 26 Mar 2006 02:41:00 PST |
SkiNHeAd HiStOrY |
Skinhead History
SKINHEAD HISTORY
......The skinhead cult is a way of life. For someone to claim himself or herself a skinhead is simply a claim to dedication to the cream of the working class crop....
Posted by Chrïs ® on Tue, 28 Feb 2006 12:53:00 PST |
