Stones
Stones on the ground
To trip on one I'm bound
To trip on one I'm bound
Stones
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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Dirty Mind | 0 | 04/06/2009 |
Lame | 0 | 04/06/2009 |
Don't Want You Here | 0 | 04/06/2009 |
Leave A Message | 1 | 04/01/2009 |
Have You Seen Me | 0 | 04/01/2009 |
I Am a Slave | 0 | 04/01/2009 |
In Your Bed | 0 | 04/01/2009 |
Eyes | 0 | 04/01/2009 |
Transparent | 0 | 04/01/2009 |
Cold, Lonely, Bitter, Deadman | 0 | 04/01/2009 |
Hey You! | 1 | 04/01/2009 |
Afloat | 0 | 04/01/2009 |
Stones | 0 | 04/01/2009 |
Oh, That Dress | 0 | 04/01/2009 |
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