Love the biggest sin of all....

A thousand violins mute,
Eyes watching as the bows moved..

The smell of Roses divine,
Light refusing Eye's confines....

Rain forcing it's way down,
Tearing at the cloud and not even a frown...

Excuses; does it heal the bruised heart?
Love the biggest sin of all....


Some say he’s half man half fish, others say he’s more of a seventy/thirty split. Either way he’s a fishy bastard. Google

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wisdom comes with experience

At one, I learnt crawling was fun. At forty one, I still feel crawling is fun #blamemykneesnotme