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My boy... |
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oh_ok Junior Member
since 2009-07-20
Posts 17 |
My boy is oblivious to modern fashion and remains draped beneath t-shirts; T-shirts of bands most have never heard of. My boy’s hair is prematurely receding but still chaotically fleeing the rim of his hat - Much faded in color from its first day My boy is convinced of his rare trend: A style outlined by ripped, four-year-old shoes and out of craze, out of season ensembles. My boy’s sense of humor is dry and pleases only the sarcastically cynical. It would never pass among the elite. My boy upholds the grace of... an elephant strapped in roller-skates; Too small for its feet and missing a wheel. My boy would unease the first class and maintain a standing of awkwardly there with unusual conversation and tactless silence. My boy is the envy of the whole world of folks wishing for his confidence, his joy and o how deep his peace runs. Put together strangers will watch us joint. Mixed with their gauche glances and stares is an envy of our purest contentment. |
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AncientHippie Member
since 2009-10-15
Posts 411Surfing the Cosmic Flow |
Beautiful piece, well worked with the love shining through. This rocks! Jim "We are stardust: we are golden: and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden." --Joni Mitchell "Woodstock" |
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oh_ok Junior Member
since 2009-07-20
Posts 17 |
Thank you! |
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