Postcard; a song |
I saw some postcards before the war,everybody used to say,yeah, it was a nice townLots of things to do and see,people walking with their heads proud,Oh, how things have changed.I'd hate for them to se...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Jul 2009 19:20:00 GMT |
Group Story Telling ; Creation of Goop |
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Posted by on Thu, 23 Apr 2009 12:10:00 GMT |
and into dark waters |
And with the wind I shall go follow the strong Northern currents to the shorelineSeek out sinking ships, walk along rocky cliffsAnd I shall wash away the seven sins, just to be careful, just to be sur...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Sep 2008 18:06:00 GMT |
she slowly becomes winter |
- a woman gaining in years, lost memory, whats important is not the person in the picture, its a husband, a child, herself, she slowly becomes wintercatch cold thinking on winter's cominand all those ...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Sep 2008 14:02:00 GMT |
