What impression have I made?
Have I left a mold for precious metals?
Footprint squished into a riverbank?
Did I choose wax or steel to cast from?
Will I be lucky enough to be a fossil?
Will the next storm wash me away?
Time is no test man passes
Is an anonymous legacy, a legacy at all
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An onion has many layers. So have I!
A Celebratory blog about the art of entertainment.. *Poetry, Photography, Writer, Music, Wise Quotes, and more* There is no subject that will not be touched. This is for simple entertainment, eye openers, soul nurturing and mental clarity.
Views on Football from the Front Row
Life is simple... So take notes
Never get lost in the Sauce
Fiction Writing
my writing junkyard
A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
My view of this wonderful and crazy life - as I travel and explore.
A different kind of beautiful
An Introvert's "Ice Cream Social"
life in shorthand
We are freaks. Society dejects us...so we find solace in things that don't exist...
Blog. Design.
Life is just a story. And I've got a pen.
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