As I Sit on a Bus a Few...Once again, I find myself on this bus With many thoughts alone I seem to sit, Although surrounded by many people. Each and all as alone or more than I, My mind is crowded with thoughts as I sit And look out the window. Oak trees pass by, Snow’s falling, white, yet easily turned grey. And alone I sit, no friend but my pen, No comfort but the blank page before me. As the bus moves forth, so, too, does my mind Thinking of the greatest questions ever asked And the wonderful answers always lost. Among my thoughts I soon do realize How desperate the world is that it leaveAs I Sit on a Bus a Few...
Hope I don't let ya down!
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.:My Gallery:.
be my lover, and I'll cover you...
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Quare via impiorum prosperator?
Cities Burn. People Die. But true love lasts forever.... (the Crow)
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"art attracts us only by what it reveals of our most secret self"
~~JOE
The Christmas Poo needed a place to crash...so he's on a piece of GF Kinnickinnick bread!
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~*jEt*~
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"The fact that a believer is happier than a skeptic is no more to the point than the fact that a drunken man is happier than a sober one." [George Bernard Shaw]
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Quare via impiorum prosperator?
Cities Burn. People Die. But true love lasts forever.... (the Crow)
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This crazy girl
with heart too big
The end...
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Quare via impiorum prosperator?
Cities Burn. People Die. But true love lasts forever.... (the Crow)
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~*jEt*~
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