Poems from Lipinski
good to hear
a whisper calling from a pine
wind brushing tips
spreading cones
they talk you know
sharing sap like wine.
i can;t be with you
i can't talk with you
i can't walk with , hold hands with you, hug you...
i can remember though,
i can remember for the...
Sure
Whatever.
So many deny God is or even exists.
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Some are so wound up in their religion they feel they are sinning if they have to take...
Aye!
Why not, this night is new, the owls screw
i might as well
get zonked!
like the sound saying, nibblets
sorta like ribbit
and definitely not like slurp
though,
getting back to the neck
and laughing at Max