Ice cold tendrils claw away on this cold winter spring day Digging deep into flesh and bone the shuffling dead wander and groan Shaky bony fingers seek warmth bloodless and white going forth Searching, ever for life as ice cold nails draw like a knife
Mar 18, 2013
*The following is my homage to a brilliant children’s TV series from when I was a kid and I believe is still popular now. They were originally books written in the 70’s or earlier by Elisabeth Beresford and I recommend them if you have kids or know someone that does. They’re all about conservation and […]
Mar 18, 2013
He sniffs the air, ah the sweet smell of success This way it comes to him in excess He the controller, the man who knows The whiskey makes his cheeks glow These fools won’t know what’s hit them Oh how their anger shall vent But they won’t do a thing to him They are sheep, […]
Mar 18, 2013
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