third eye

ART – MUSIC – FASHION – POETRY – EXPRESSION – ABSTRACTION.

January 2, 2011

Filed under: Quotes / Poetry — prisingh @ 9:05 am
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My friends on the edge of the old graveyard,

they sit on an old grey porch,

and watch foxes play,

and juggle wine,

the kind of wine that you don’t mind spillin’,

that you don’t mind spillin’.

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