problems
I was sitting in the back of the bar when i heard a voice. it said it is time to put down the drink and come to me. i said wheere are you and the voice said i'm up hear in heaven pray to me and ask me to help you quit your problem.
problems
I was sitting in the back of the bar when i heard a voice. it said it is time to put down the drink and come to me. i said wheere are you and the voice said i'm up hear in heaven pray to me and ask me to help you quit your problem.
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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heart beats | 0 | 10/19/2009 |
passion | 0 | 10/19/2009 |
burning bright | 0 | 10/19/2009 |
problems | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
storms | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
tears | 0 | 10/14/2009 |
love | 0 | 10/12/2009 |
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