I fell apart. Inside my soul.
I felt my heart. Falling in my storm
Each piece a flake, of fallen snow.
I lost my soul in cedared woods.
It died away {such brittled root}.
Drifted and fell in falling snow.
My soul has died. In ropes I sigh
They will not hold...Pieces of soulful snow.
-- Diva
(Best when read under the influence while listening to Opus 23)
The Story of the Duck
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It was Monday evening - a group of us had left Pat O'Briens and decided to
stop at the Thirsty Fish for 'one more'. We're sitting outside chatting,
and thi...
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