Guest guest Posted January 26, 2006 Report Share Posted January 26, 2006 Lost, Atlas shrugged and the weight Fell on my shoulders, I am blind Homer and Rodriguez Grope along with me Though I am well traveled, I have no home to return And the plaintive oboe of my soul Floats amoung the reeds of the Nile, Spain deserts me In the alabaster sand Where my stallion runs free Where I am tethered to To the elemental earth, To the seaweed.to the foam... Ana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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