a sea of stars flood them green fields,
across from a life boat they call shankar's
remembering dylan
i wish i was with you, all tangled up in blue.
across from a life boat they call shankar's
remembering dylan
i wish i was with you, all tangled up in blue.
posted by rorschach at
6:48 AM
1 Comments:
never commit the blunder of ceasing to write.
tis not like the skills of riding a bike.
perchance you should fall prey to sloth,
look up one who has walked the path.
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