Games
They say that videos gamesA poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| My Crazy Kid | 0 | 04/13/2016 |
| Grow up | 0 | 03/14/2016 |
| Our Sweet Memeries | 0 | 11/25/2015 |
| Forever Light | 0 | 11/05/2015 |
| A kiss | 0 | 11/04/2015 |
| Decomposing | 0 | 12/02/2014 |
| Not Fair | 0 | 06/13/2014 |
| Games | 0 | 06/08/2014 |
| Oh mighty WiFi | 0 | 06/08/2014 |
| Weirdness | 0 | 06/07/2014 |
| If I could | 1 | 11/14/2012 |
| Little One | 0 | 05/24/2012 |
| Rocking Dead Man | 1 | 05/24/2012 |
| Misguided Faith | 0 | 02/24/2010 |
| Take Me | 0 | 02/13/2010 |
| Growing Old | 0 | 06/30/2009 |
| Happily Ever After | 0 | 06/30/2009 |
| Junior | 0 | 06/19/2009 |
| See what she could be | 1 | 06/19/2009 |
| Identity | 1 | 06/19/2009 |
| Without a home | 0 | 06/19/2009 |
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