Welcome to my page, i'mJaphar L...and this is how it
goes.
i must have been love child, because my stones
gather no moss...far to often i feel lost and much
to much i swell loss.i must have been concieved in
spring when flowers filled the air
with‚ fragrances of the earths coming and
re-coming brand new, leaving the leaves on hilltop trees to become
plated tongues of glistening with honey
sickled morning dew over fresh growth...to be
continued...you should start the music
now.
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