Winner of the DraftNumber 107... Number 111...Winner of the Draft
Congratulations! Come and claim your invitation, An all expenses paid vacation To a quaint village destination. I'm Lindon johnson, your travel guide And its luxurious Vietnam is where you'll bide In the 17th parallel's south side. With an average 19 months time You'll be living sublime And none of it will cost you a dime!
With resort reservations amidst paddies of rice, How could one refuse such paradise? Lieutenant Calley will take you on a tour A bus full of people who came from the sewer You'll see the
I Dreamed Her Into realityTh day I stumbled upon your soul You took my breath away I tried to act cool But I din't know what to sayI Dreamed Her Into reality
After a while I got back my confidence And my flashy smile Though I still found it hard to breath in your presence
There's many things I can't remember But there is a night Way back in November That I know will never leave my mind's sight
It was when we ran in the pitch black With only stars to light our path And all the while I felt your smile
And my stomach was dancing in my throat And my heart was racing wit
Flying HighTwo scolding pedants stared me down To break their gaze I turned to look around And in a daze A cage was what I foundFlying High
Perched there, I sighed While fluttering boos stopped to chide And I, with endless time to bide Dreamed of air currents I'd like to ride Lifting up into blue skies Into an empyrean of wispy clouds straming by
Freedom was what I sought Leaving behind oppressions but never forgot And I, believing I'd never be caught Stretched out my wings and was off
upSpinning Into LoveA thread of life keeps spinning up from the field Love recirculates around this spiralling wheel. I felt the stare and adapted to the busy glare, Empathy was there, if she didn't dream to care.Spinning Into Love
Her needles wound its way right through my head, Sewn into the idea that I'm meant to be met. While I can keep picking up on character lint, Id rather hear the voice of how your needle spins.
As every string of the vine continues to entwine Your spiralling stitch into the fabric of my mind, Crossing into these patterns I realise in time, That my boll can pollinate your soul
Devious Journal Entry
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Reach the stars, and fly a fantasy -
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- es geht nicht darum dem leben mehr jahre zu geben, sondern den jahren mehr leben -
- Tikras draugas ne tas su kuriuo linksma,o tas be kurio liūdna -
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"A woman is like a teabag, you never know how strong she'll be 'till you put her in hot water" - Eleanor Roosevelt"
hell yeah !
amor ~datasage
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GAH
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