Sep 22, 2010

the thin line between heaven and hull
seams wider today

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Tolerance development

 Noise comes at you no matter where you are. Constant kidz on buses done with heads listening to music others can hear  Old folk taking priv...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"