Waiting for entertainment Is a race for being alive Like every other American in sight
Under the sunshine or in the fog: I am a lover, a writer, an editor, a cook, a humanitarian and a photographer.
Lately, Poetry
entertainment, Movie
April 14, 2012 at 2:01 am
Springtime is such bullshit– The pyracantha underneath your window already weeps its useless berries down the cheeks of the lawn.
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April 14, 2012 at 8:40 am
Pyracantha, a lovely poetry plant. Thanks for your reply Randy. Sigh… Where are the bees?
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Cat Over Clock 
April 14, 2012 at 2:01 am
Springtime
is such bullshit–
The pyracantha underneath
your window
already weeps its useless berries
down the cheeks of
the lawn.
LikeLike
April 14, 2012 at 8:40 am
Pyracantha, a lovely poetry plant. Thanks for your reply Randy. Sigh… Where are the bees?
LikeLike