Tuesday, June 22, 2010
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Let the river rock you like a cradle
Climb to the treetops, child if you’re able
Let your hands tie a knot across the table
Come and touch the things you cannot feel
And close your fingertips, and fly where I can’t hold you
Let the sun rain fall and let the dewy clouds enfold you
And maybe you can sing to me, the words I just told you
If all the things you feel, aint what they seem
Then don’t mind me cause I aint nothing but a dream...
lyrics by Jerry Merrick
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- Hummingirl
- Brooklyn, New York, United States
- Things you should know. I like to write, box, nap, read and be read to--mostly fiction, the kind of books that play like movies in your head, whether awake or asleep. I need at least a couple spoonfuls of organic crunchy peanut butter each day to function. Every, every day. And to answer your question(s): half-full, dogs, mornings, summers, and more than one. I write for findingDulcinea. (Header photo: pixonomy Flickr photostream/CC)
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