winter |
stepping out into the cold brisk morning
the church bells beckon muted in the distance
the sky is grey and overcast
but the horizon holds a hint of something new
Posted by on Thu, 01 Dec 2005 05:16:00 GMT |
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"I met a man named George. He's me but a man. Now that I've met myself I'm not so sure I like myself.
So maybe he's not me. but the word demeanor was raised...
And then I realized there are those who...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Nov 2005 22:44:00 GMT |
