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
Monday, August 18, 2008
I
Babe is like paper
And while others would leave their mark
And toss you aside
I will leave impressions
And keep you in my pocket.
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