Friday, August 8, 2014

Moleskine Madness...Talk Talk!


The speech had been accepted and transcribed into the red clay.
What was said, did seem important and was to be saved and sold in parts.
For in time the strange twists that occur with age would remember the waves.
And all of the patriots would look up and smile at the stars and eat the moon like cheese.

Have a ferocious Friday!

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