Why would sand ever want to become concrete?
We enslave the ever shifting and force it's usefulness.
and then we enslave ourselves with it's utility.
and dream of the places sand can go.
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Lyrics, poems, a few how do's and did this and thats, and a bit of original music.
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- Aunt Annies Quilt Shop
- Bigger Than You
- Days Like These (Acoustic Blog EX)
- Don't Bet on June (Acoustic Blog Exclusive)
- Drifting Away
- Everything Will Change
- Free
- Good Times Are Gone - Acoustic Sneak
- Good Times Are Gone Full Version
- I Can't Stay Here (Acoustic Blog Sneak)
- I Don't Know Whats On Her Mind (Mark Stein)
- In the Night (Scott's production)
- Rain (Acoustic Blog Exclusive)
- She Will
- Take Care of You
- Take Me Home
- Takes You Over (Mark Stein)
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1 comment:
YES! That one poem is my favorite! Even to this day I love that poem. I imagine I know exactly the rock I am sitting on as I read that and look out over the water. Good writing my friend!
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