his hair in the wind
the fallen petals vendor
oh! empty handed
following his hair
and the petals with this hands
three year old
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
five abacus beads
red, yellow, blue, green, red
pushchair bar counting
five abacus beads
near an open window
windmill rainbow
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
spring has a message,
cool at night, warm day breezes
splash green, blue, green.
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
by the quiet pond
a simple breeze
swallowed the moon
the breeze turns
and next is the storm
bouncing leaves
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
home, lift me mum, out
from this pushchair, let me count
garden flower beads
broken stroller
he counts the branches
he climbs the trees
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
home, lift me mum, out
from this pushchair, let me count
garden flower beads[
down the street, tired one
Upah!!! grab the red small beads
the stairs, then they fly
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
he slips through my brain
he's here sometimes, weekly here.....
my child, he's Spanish
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
assiduous sun
nidorous reek of flesh
corrupts my nostrils
oh scary... 40000 morbidly obese christians wearing fanny packs invading europe is probably the least scariest thing since I watched an edited version of The Care Bears movie in an extremely brightly lit cinema.
And dust stars mornings
whirling over emptied beds
once of moonlit hope
Las Vegas
Where is the 100 degree weather?
slot machines
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
words whisper silence
puppy squeaks delight the child
blue ceiling warm wind
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
words whisper silence
puppy squeaks delight the child
blue ceiling warm wind
children's laughter
louder than a thunderstorm
opening blossoms
See you in St. John's, Olderman :-)
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
children's laughter
louder than a thunderstorm
opening blossoms
electric cackle
mutes the unpleasant gloom
sparks fly bright
oh scary... 40000 morbidly obese christians wearing fanny packs invading europe is probably the least scariest thing since I watched an edited version of The Care Bears movie in an extremely brightly lit cinema.
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lasting beautiful sun
a surprise gift
traded for crystal life
and the petals with this hands
three year old
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
red, yellow, blue, green, red
pushchair bar counting
near an open window
windmill rainbow
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
mum in printed floral green dress
wheeling memory
pushchair afternoon cola
plastic cup, runny nose
from this pushchair, let me count
garden flower beads
for the earthquake drill today.
We'll have to eat you.
Pigeons it's okay,
I'd rather die than eat you,
You disgusting things.
should we ryme at such a time
true to only you
spiders creeping in the night
catch the morning dew
finding there from me here is
love belonging found
cannot find in my time twice
love song no stronger
cool at night, warm day breezes
splash green, blue, green.
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
and next is the storm
bouncing leaves
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
he counts the branches
he climbs the trees
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
binding me the same moon song
the storm my lesson
down the street, tired one
Upah!!! grab the red small beads
the stairs, then they fly
childs play bring back the day
cherished parents somewhere
he's here sometimes, weekly here.....
my child, he's Spanish
nothing better in this world
teacher of my life
my girl in may forever
lost flowers gone by
gravity horizon bound
better days a way
nidorous reek of flesh
corrupts my nostrils
whirling over empty beds
remembering slept hope
whirling over emptied beds
once of moonlit hope
Where is the 100 degree weather?
slot machines
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
regrets implied thorn remind
change your mind rewind
puppy squeaks delight the child
blue ceiling warm wind
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
louder than a thunderstorm
opening blossoms
See you in St. John's, Olderman :-)
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
electric cackle
mutes the unpleasant gloom
sparks fly bright