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LITTLE THINGS
Moments fade away,
And the substance there contained;
What we're left with, then
Is the semblance of a ghost:
Who knows what will grow from it?
Moments fade away,
And the substance there contained;
What we're left with, then
Is the semblance of a ghost:
Who knows what will grow from it?
Ghostlings perhaos; like good
Ghostlings perhaos; like good ole Casper, friendly and entertaining
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
That's a nice way of looking
That's a nice way of looking at it; a tiddybit dorky though *wink* or needlessly assuming
peace, pot, tequila shot
Jesus loves us, stoned or not