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, November 10, 2008
Sirs & Madams
I needed to take a chance
On an old pipe dream
So I packed up my whole life
But not for the first time
And I made my way there
Travels bring hurdles
And hurdles make some fine scars.
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