Maxioms by Saiom Shriver
When God's green grows it's rarely in rows
Awry the rye rises .. unruly the rose.
When God's green grows it's rarely in rows
Awry the rye rises .. unruly the rose.
My love for you
a yearling became
many eons ago.
My love for you
a yearling became
many eons ago.
They did the little boy turkey named Art... choke
and then served his dead body with artichokes.
They did the little boy turkey named Art... choke
and then served his dead body with artichokes.
They called the wind
lackadaisical..
but because he in freedom blows
the world will never
lack for daisies..
(to Laurie read more
They called the wind
lackadaisical..
but because he in freedom blows
the world will never
lack for daisies..
(to Laurie Otto Milwaukee Wisconsin advocate of wild lawns)
http://www.epa.gov/greenacres
http://www.egroups.com/messages/nomow108/1.
Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder..Sometimes it was the falling rain. Always it burst our hearts asunder
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Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder..Sometimes it was the falling rain. Always it burst our hearts asunder
and made them vibrate.. empathic in pain.