like a hunched-back old lady walking with a cane
like wicked old wizards whispering ancient spells
guarding the golden liquid that comes from these vines
Friday, March 31, 2006
Oak Trees
I Love Oak Trees
they dot the landscape and remind me of so many different things...
like a skinny teenager with an afro
like an army of soldiers approaching your fort (where you ride great single-track in their shade)
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