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golden teacher
Those nights were so serious
under the umbrella
that catches heaven's excess
and all we did was spin so simple
While our wildlings hung kites on keystrings
under the umbrella
that catches heaven's excess
and all we did was spin so simple
While our wildlings hung kites on keystrings
Published 12th Mar 2015
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Anonymous
12th Mar 2015 2:57pm
lyked itt meester bareinn uv lyte
13th Mar 2015 8:36am
13th Mar 2015 6:38am
Sweet... Have a fairly complex idea that I have been building up, and working on....been too involved in it, and need to step back- this write was a quick little bit that lead to some of what I'm laboring on... Guess I posted this just to lighten up a little, step back, and allow this bit that came easily to breathe on its own
Ehh, too much talky on my end - thank you much A on coming thru
Ehh, too much talky on my end - thank you much A on coming thru
22nd Mar 2015 5:31am
Short but sweet, LB, this tale spun deceptively simple. The last line is beautiful !
23rd Mar 2015 2:49pm
Thanks TP.. Glad it kept enough for ya to grab onto sumpin... Cheers my friend !
