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I wandered across the moor, Intrigue guiding my heavy steps, And history and memories pushed my journey on. The ghosts of Kathy and Helathcliff flew above me all around And they laughed and

It smells like opium dancing in your nostrils With a rush of wind flying through your hair And the kiss of sun sanctifies your cheeks As you cross the sands of gold

Hey there, Mama, look at me! I’m a firefighter, can’t you see? Saving lives -- as brave as can be. You’re gonna be so proud of me!   Hey there, Mama, look at me! I’m

She struts the stage, coyly, of the Cold Chrome Club, somehow balanced on high six inch heels. Lithely wrapping her limbs ‘round a stainless steel pole, titillating whoever she feels. It’s a busy

It’s not about a holiday shopping spree It’s not about neighbors singing Christmas songs Not about a beautifully decorated tree Not even about the compassion that seems only to last season long It’s

Every heart that has warmth is capable of an embrace Reaching into who and what you are and finding the space Inside of yourself to trust, to love and give Close your

Like many, my life is a journey A flow of ups and downs Highs and lows that sculpt my mind and soul I weather rain storms and soak in warmth when I

I'm tired.. I wanna go to sleep But here you come with this nonsense I told you I'm tired, dammit.. so why do you keep Coming

“Politicians are the same all over. They promise to build bridges even when there are no rivers.” - Sir Isaac Newton Eloquent rhetoric Used to convince each other how much they need