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wallpaper poems: December 2006
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Sometimes poems rise out of many rants and raves, They are thoughts that linger after all is said and done, echoing sounds that suddenly pop out. - Blossoms of the mind- I dedicate this blog to the memory of my mother and my father who loved birds and flowers. Sing, Sing For All Of Us. You Died last NIght. The Road to the Cemetery. In Memory of Mrs. Kalmar. View my complete profile. Saturday, December 30, 2006. What is life but purpose. Is not night but day with the absence of sun? What is love but a gift.
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wallpaper poems: August 2006
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Sometimes poems rise out of many rants and raves, They are thoughts that linger after all is said and done, echoing sounds that suddenly pop out. - Blossoms of the mind- I dedicate this blog to the memory of my mother and my father who loved birds and flowers. Sing, Sing For All Of Us. View my complete profile. Friday, August 04, 2006. I wake from a dream,. Awake I’m still dreaming. A familiar dream, dreamt. Countless times just before daylight. The dream is white and black,. Black or white,.
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wallpaper poems: Mrs. Giardino Passed Away
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Sometimes poems rise out of many rants and raves, They are thoughts that linger after all is said and done, echoing sounds that suddenly pop out. - Blossoms of the mind- I dedicate this blog to the memory of my mother and my father who loved birds and flowers. Sing, Sing For All Of Us. Mrs Giardino Passed Away. View my complete profile. Friday, August 31, 2007. Mrs Giardino Passed Away. Strange, I also was not with her when my mother passed away… I share your feelings and dark emotions….
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wallpaper poems: You Died last NIght
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Sometimes poems rise out of many rants and raves, They are thoughts that linger after all is said and done, echoing sounds that suddenly pop out. - Blossoms of the mind- I dedicate this blog to the memory of my mother and my father who loved birds and flowers. Sing, Sing For All Of Us. You Died last NIght. The Road to the Cemetery. In Memory of Mrs. Kalmar. View my complete profile. Sunday, December 24, 2006. You Died last NIght. I knew tomorrow would be there. To make it up to you,.
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wallpaper poems: August 2007
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Sometimes poems rise out of many rants and raves, They are thoughts that linger after all is said and done, echoing sounds that suddenly pop out. - Blossoms of the mind- I dedicate this blog to the memory of my mother and my father who loved birds and flowers. Sing, Sing For All Of Us. Mrs Giardino Passed Away. View my complete profile. Friday, August 31, 2007. Mrs Giardino Passed Away. Strange, I also was not with her when my mother passed away… I share your feelings and dark emotions….
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Scant Emotions: April 2008
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My life's journey is the adventure of a hitchhiker on a road of many vehicles: family, frienship, love, anger, light, gloom. The landscape is constantly at the junction of fact, fantasy and fiction. Rides are divine, or absurd, the stopovers familiar or exotic, encounters controversial, philosophical, passionate, erotic. Growing older the adventure becomes a rollercoaster! Monday, April 28, 2008. On 1st Ring Road. I discovered the opportunity to get correct change for the bus by buying grilled snacks, or...
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Scant Emotions: Democracy's Tooth-Ache
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My life's journey is the adventure of a hitchhiker on a road of many vehicles: family, frienship, love, anger, light, gloom. The landscape is constantly at the junction of fact, fantasy and fiction. Rides are divine, or absurd, the stopovers familiar or exotic, encounters controversial, philosophical, passionate, erotic. Growing older the adventure becomes a rollercoaster! Friday, July 18, 2008. Very strange emotions… Scant. There is little I can do about it,. But wait for the passing of the arid cloud.
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Scant Emotions: October 2007
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My life's journey is the adventure of a hitchhiker on a road of many vehicles: family, frienship, love, anger, light, gloom. The landscape is constantly at the junction of fact, fantasy and fiction. Rides are divine, or absurd, the stopovers familiar or exotic, encounters controversial, philosophical, passionate, erotic. Growing older the adventure becomes a rollercoaster! Sunday, October 07, 2007. Links to this post. Tuesday, October 02, 2007. Because in - Also Sprach Zarathustra - "The Madman" states t...
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wallpaper poems: The Messanger
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Sometimes poems rise out of many rants and raves, They are thoughts that linger after all is said and done, echoing sounds that suddenly pop out. - Blossoms of the mind- I dedicate this blog to the memory of my mother and my father who loved birds and flowers. Sing, Sing For All Of Us. You Died last NIght. The Road to the Cemetery. In Memory of Mrs. Kalmar. View my complete profile. Saturday, December 30, 2006. What is life but purpose. Is not night but day with the absence of sun? What is love but a gift.
