Maxioms by Saiom Shriver
As she hears
the confessions
of all rivers
those on the shore
hear the sea..
accepting all
she calls no read more
As she hears
the confessions
of all rivers
those on the shore
hear the sea..
accepting all
she calls no thing
heresy.
Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder..Sometimes it was the falling rain. Always it burst our hearts asunder
and read more
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.
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.
The sun with light umber
touches vined cucumber
The more he tickles
the more there are pickles.
The sun with light umber
touches vined cucumber
The more he tickles
the more there are pickles.
The bee's favorite couplet: a sunup brimming buttercuplet.
The bee's favorite couplet: a sunup brimming buttercuplet.
