Some thoughts that spring to my mind. A few here are answers
to questions posed to me, by a friend.
I do not intend to hurt any person or community by posting these comments and if you do feel bad well grow up.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
The Highwayman
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
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