Tag: sky

But I never stopped wondering
No locksmith can open that door
Hover through the fog and filthy air
These bloggers are an angry bunch
He had built cyclotrons
Maybe the camera was his shield
I know how to sing
In my way I also am an artist
He wasn’t me
By noon, he was gone
And he stood in the blast
In the fell clutch of circumstance
1971 was the Year of Spaghetti
Cats often disappear like that