For my familyI remember the blue pant ball The mono toned cieling fan The headaches and screams again Am a kidFor my family
Go onI rest my thoughts on a wooden guitar My finger they limber among stall strings Father yelling backwards in the face of doors A lamp shatters in the breath of my eyeGo on
Dragon SlayerThis book is a story of stories. It is fitting to begin with one of which there are so many variations.Dragon Slayer
Somewhere where there was a wood, far away and long enough ago not to matter to people who thought that way of getting rid of problems best, a little child found a bird on a woodland floor. The child was a boy; it could have been a girl, too, for it was just a common child.
But the bird was a majestic thing, which storytellers would later call the Simurgh Phoenix. It was crowned with glory, with wings like the sun, and all birds were made in its image. &nb
Harmony
Cursive
Artistic
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When i was a kid i had this blue rubber ball my step dad gave me. i never learned so much from bouncing a ball on a wall.
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Signature comments are the lame.
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When i was a kid i had this blue rubber ball my step dad gave me. i never learned so much from bouncing a ball on a wall.
:yesness:
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Commie pirate: "Arr, all fer we, and none fer everybody!"
Asbestos kills. Wait. Breathing asbestos kills.
Breathing kills.
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Lazy
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When i was a kid i had this blue rubber ball my step dad gave me. i never learned so much from bouncing a ball on a wall.
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