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I stand on your doorstep and gibber...
you were out. I said
I'd call back later. I don't
know why, or to whom...
Published 24th Apr 2014
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24th Apr 2014 2:01pm
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24th Apr 2014 10:50pm
Oh I don't know, there are
times when a little fluent
superficiality of speech
comes naturally to me...
times when a little fluent
superficiality of speech
comes naturally to me...
26th Apr 2014 5:19pm
24th Apr 2014 11:32pm
. . .And there
would be some
that dare to say
he was but a
'blithering idiot'
(though to give courageous voice to his thoughts--uninhibited-- was but his belief that, somehow, she would hear.... his hopefulness.) :)
Something (sadly) sweet, about this piece, my friend.
would be some
that dare to say
he was but a
'blithering idiot'
(though to give courageous voice to his thoughts--uninhibited-- was but his belief that, somehow, she would hear.... his hopefulness.) :)
Something (sadly) sweet, about this piece, my friend.
25th Apr 2014 00:25am
