Where shall we go to?
Rhett, tell me, what shall we do?
He don't give a damn.
Where shall we go to?
Rhett, tell me, what shall we do?
He don't give a damn.
Por una cabeza
Si ella me olvida
Qué importa perderme
Mil veces la vida
Para qué vivir
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
Screw the damn yankees
We offered you corn and peace
Harvest casinos
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
Harvest casinos
Coins rattle and sing their tunes
Silvery and golden
whoops sorry
Harvest casinos
Coins rattle and sing their tunes
Slivers of gold dust
Slivers of gold dust
were found in the garbage.
Mama was very mad.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
Mama was very mad
Papa was fumming within
All alone I hid
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
Hide and seek tonight
I kill the child and then hide
Cops do the seeking
There once was a scotsman named Drew
Who put too much wine in his stew
He felt a bit drunk
And fell off his bunk
And landed smack into his shoe ~(C) Ms Niamh Anne King
Hide and seek tonight
Nocturnal chase, scurrying paws
Scented tragic flaw
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
Scented tragic flaw
The last rose of summer's frost
Opens all alone
Opens all alone
the deck of cards from the box.
Solitaire in bed.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
Your heart lies still here,
the poet's frenzy provides
no feed to your past.