Sweet nothing

Forbidden kisses

Thier relationship

But they each have needs, And so it starts again, Another weekend over. Back to where they began.

<Insert lover here>

I, I look at you now With your feet on the ground The stars in your eyes As you sing. I, I look at you now You're all grown up With you heart in you're mouth as you sing.

To call upon the winds dust

Today is but a sore parting gift of tears To call upon the winds dust—his oil-lamp spirit! Such seas suspended in her dew-lit spheres: His imminence; her acumens dispirit.

Alan is an Ambulance!

People are very careless when they want to be. Take Alan, a friend who works hard and likes a bargain.

Whatever creation is

No time to judge The flowers the dust Whatever creation is, It is imbued with love. And must! Have the good- Sense to fly like a dove. No time for ill will But lust corrupts

in the life of a sparrow

There's a special providence in the life of a sparrow, though it is like all providence a mysterious and impersonal one Their flight is the culmination of many laws of gravity

Two “T’s” in Watteau

"Art was once the common possession of the whole people..today..art is only enjoyed...by comparatively few persons...the rich and the parasites that minister to them." Skylar Hamilton Burris

Let her sing away your fear

The cold wind whispers warning to you, as she guides you out your door, when her dark hair wraps around you, you wont be frightened anymore. Then she lifts your soul up,

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