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Under a harsh electric glare we wear ourselves out, While the old lady sings of love, long lost. Undulating fervour takes us to three, In the morning, cold now, you cling to me
Good Morning
Good morning, as you rise and shine Another day in life is here The hour has come to redefine Your journey ‘cross the wild frontier Beneath a sky, in cobalt hue You’ll stroll along your merry route While I hope all the best for you As you cont
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The visions.
It was thinking about the faces on web,faces,faces...!
dreaming of what we never get..
it was my dream to draw a picture about this subject in my child hood days.now i am not an artist to draw a picture. some times GYPSY HEART can do this ...
me and brumby bill
we were up there in the mountains,me and brumby bill. we were cutting for a cocky, we had ourselves a sthil.. sthil a little buety it cuts through wood like cheese ..ahh and the mountain tops were ringing for the sound of falling trees
Punished..
Iwas punished for my sincere love With a knife in my heart My heart bleeds so much I can't stop it. I was punished for my sincerity With maany lies and dreams without reasons Witha message which made me feel a clown A clown of u enj
The Co-Worker
There is a man at work who is a bit intriguing. Twenty years my junior, still, the attraction, I think, is mutual.