Sitemap - 2007 - 34MAG
Listen, I know it’s been hard. I know we never go out dancing like we used to.
Blink, blink: I love you. Blinkity-blink: I am your Sweetheart.
The little girl yells at us, “Everyone stop! LOOK! There is something out there!”
Beyond right-doing and wrong-doing there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
A poem is a song you write when the band’s gone home.