Poetry In dance.. a look at the magic that transpires before us each and every morning and all the way through the dark of night
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Johnny Horton - Whispering Pines
Folk music is the ultimate in prose and poetry.The simplicty of the world around us. Memories and memories in the making. If I stopped to think, the tears would float me down stream.
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