Which sun are we to closest?Is it the hottest? Or is it the furthest?
You dun blinded me You never were a student I’ll reverse my car
You are like an ant In which bed bugs merry dance In which something sun
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I have come up with a name for a blog -Antonym. Also I have a torch: perpective and light. Sometimes Godlike in its capabilities. ‘Move on’ is my new mantra. Like Kindles? Sign up to read pre-release books here. http://www.netgalley.com. Pentecost is soon. Move On. Some are coming, some are leaving; always making a noise.Continue reading “Torch Lite”
Iona, Astarte, Why do I chase the moon? When I know it’s all sails? The wheel turns and directs the prow. And below the engine hums. There is dew upon the morn so forget the moon and turn your face to the sun let it burn.