Many lawless what it signifies who know it coming who look down spinning clouds the outlaw worlds have no bones like renegades listen to every sound we are raised to thunder a kind of music merely poets
I love the way the lawless keep producing poems and music in their/our outlaw worlds. I better keep up with generating my quota of lawless poems too :))
I love the way the lawless keep producing poems and music in their/our outlaw worlds.
ReplyDeleteI better keep up with generating my quota of lawless poems too :))
Ha. It's hard to keep up with lawless. :)
DeleteThese are all wonderful - light years ahead - you two.
ReplyDeleteCheers, James.
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