You and me, beyond the window of time.
Photo by Marcus Dall Col on Unsplash - unsplash.com/@marcusdallcol
really me and some mates just went down the pub and drank cheap ale
'Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green,
The sun sets letting the twilight cover the jungle. Wild sounds , insects , growling of the hungry fangs could be heard that early night . An old and lonely boat can be seen crossing the only river br...
I don't mean to interrupt your scrolling, but I have got a few questions for you.
Poem from my teen years circa 2006, when I was mad crushed out on Bob Dylan. They were dark days and Bush years and times of "Patriot Acts", "Terrorism" and war crimes against the Middle East. I was 1...
You and me, beyond the window of time.
Photo by Marcus Dall Col on Unsplash - unsplash.com/@marcusdallcol
really me and some mates just went down the pub and drank cheap ale
'Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green,
The sun sets letting the twilight cover the jungle. Wild sounds , insects , growling of the hungry fangs could be heard that early night . An old and lonely boat can be seen crossing the only river br...
I don't mean to interrupt your scrolling, but I have got a few questions for you.
Poem from my teen years circa 2006, when I was mad crushed out on Bob Dylan. They were dark days and Bush years and times of "Patriot Acts", "Terrorism" and war crimes against the Middle East. I was 1...