May 5, 2011

freedom is a rusty road

freedom is a dusty road
heading to an highway
its road we walk along
freedom to make mistakes and the freedom
not to abuse or be let down

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IT IS NOT WELCOME IN MY LIFE.

What happened in Brighton on the south east coast of the disunited kingdom , further in Sheffield Yorkshire, often felt to be Gods own is a ...

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"