

Little Stardust, Pots of GoldWhen I was a child I was told of stories Stories of magic Of witches and warlocks Fairies and gnomes Little hardworking elves and sleeping princesses tooLittle Stardust, Pots of Gold
When I was a child
I believed in all things good I smiled back at the sun basking in its warmth I danced in the rain
hopping on the puddles
I looked at the clouds and made out figures and I saw all things gay
then I grew up and saw the blues blacks and greys I saw colours fading away I met with tears and fears which ends up washed away
I learnt to bu
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My mom loved valium and lots of drugs,
that's why I am like I am cause I'm like her.
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--Steve--
This is where I found out about getting pageviews - [link]
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My clubs: *PhotographersClub, =photoparty, ~Potential-Poets, *unseen-photographers
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Triste est omne animal post coitum.
"Caught a lite sneeze. Dreamed a little dream.
Made my own pretty hate machine."
HAVE FUN
and remember life is just as meaningless as you want it to be
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i have to learn disinterest
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