Tuesday, May 18, 2004![]() Okay, I'm feeling more constipated than creative, but here we go...Youth Today on the wind I heard voices drifting across my conciousness lifting me away... It lightened my spirit and liberated the beating of my heart. As I attempted to follow the whispering words fell solemnly about my feet, where my children picked them like blossoms and blooms of my youth. Sign in to see full entry.posted by Schatz at 4:51 PM Comments (3) (link) |
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