Naked feet dance with blades of grass.
stuff written by jg
T H E M E S
alphabet fishing
creek songs or love strummed through the leaves
fruit
the whale
Sunday, March 11, 2007
A Widow's Kind Heart
Oh, you look cold little one
Take my coat
It belonged to the Earth's sweetest man
Starving in the whale's throat
I loved him, I love him!
Oh, little one
I will do the crying for the both of us!
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