Tag: urban

Gone fishing
One equal temper of heroic hearts
Few believe this explanation
You may not like the second half of this story
What else was history made up of?
Place was empty when we got here
So let me see where we stand
He spooned up his soup by candlelight
Who will not change a raven for a dove?
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind
You’re a proactive personality
The door opens
The footfalls are light
He did not control the mist
I should explain about the tents
I just see words
Never give the tattoo guy your grocery list
I had plenty of dots
I just had to connect them
Perhaps we overplayed our cards
There was a curious light in the salon
We need to buy a tortoise
A likeable but moody man
He had large hands
This was no flower hidden in a rose
I don’t want lipstick
Everybody knows that
There are no cats on the moon
I was a brave fireman
I needed my skateboard
Yet execute thy wrath in me alone
And hate the idle pleasures of these dayes
He wasn’t me
I was getting butterflies by this time
I couldn’t think of what to say
An old dog lay on the rug
Ever since his father left
I was hungry for something
When shall we three meet again?
His name was Seymour
The bird woman clenched her teeth
Bad Duck
They forgot to feed the dog
Suddenly, it all happened again
My reflection in the mirror wasn’t me
A woman was asleep in the house
I think I am happy, there’s nothing wrong
I’ve stopped thinking about things at night