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Angel?I saw the face of an angel ,and I walked right by. A little red herring must have caught my eye I turn to look back, and she’s out of sight I probably shouldn’t wonder, but I think I mightAngel?
I can hear the angel; the song she sings I start singing along; make a chord that rings Her voice fades out, and it’s only me Stranded in the middle of an endless sea
Smiling at my angel, and I see That she’s sitting there smiling back at me Alarm clock sounds, and it always seems Things feel so real, but they’re only dreams.
Been running in
by ~swiss262
Things I missI miss the spring, The start of things new I miss the love I once shared with youThings I miss
I miss the summer, The freedom and fun I miss my car, The very first one
I miss the feeling of ringing a chord I miss all the friends That I don’t see anymore
I miss the excitement
Of falling in love I miss my faith In god, up above
I miss being young, And over protected I miss the hurt Of being rejected
I miss the friends Who had to depart I miss not having to break a heart
I m
by ~swiss262
My Poor Eight-Legged FriendThere you were Sitting on your web You scared me at first, looking kind of dangerousMy Poor Eight-Legged Friend
You were fun to play with I'd take ants and other insects and place them on your web The moment they touched, you'd be there winding them up, carrying them back to your spot where you sat waiting, in the center of your web
It was a win win situation You got lots of food I got entertainment
Then you became a parent You kept your sack of baby you's close by Fighting off any predetors, or ants I would place on your web
But now you're
by ~swiss262
There comes a TimeThere once was a giant cat named Freddy, who lived in a basket full of joy.There comes a Time
The joy was so emended that it killed forty six people in the great joy fire of
1986. Then, 72 white capitolists from Brooklyn had an elaborate hoax
performed on him by and eighty-three year old pancake specialist who lives in
eastern Illinois. I don't really like pelts, but I don't mind what they are. Cats
don't need festivities to live, but they do need a basket of love to help them
through their lives...and to give them lots of shoes to wear on Sundays. I hate
everythi
by ~swiss262
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- Current Residence: Waukesha WI
- Interests: writing, bullseye shooting, living
- Favourite movie: I do't have a favorite, though I could list off many that I like if you want.
- Favourite band or musician: Beck or Rush ... I can't decide
- Favourite genre of music: Rock/ Alternative Rock/ Hip-Hop
- Favourite artist: Refer to the question about my favorite movie
- Favourite poet or writer: "
- Favourite photographer: I don't know
- Favourite style of art: I like them all
- Operating System: windows X to the P
- MP3 player of choice: Don't have one
- Shell of choice: ...sea?
- Wallpaper of choice: what?
- Skin of choice: living
- Favourite game: Final Fantasy IX
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2
- Favourite cartoon character: Stewie...from family guy
- Personal Quote: You could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn't go out with a bang!
- Tools of the Trade: Keybored, drum machine, guitar (both of 'em), paper, pencil, my imagination
- Email: rfletcher07@gmail.com
- AIM: swiss262
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