A spot of fun, anyone.. silly alternative Nursery...
They sat on the water...

Mouths hush to a silent lull-
i sighed in awe as my...

Storm brewed
bitterness bites...

I was a kid growing
Up in fifties Brooklyn...

I look into a shattered mirror..
and see...

Traffic lights and traffic
drive me crazy all day...

Tangled within a noose of thorns, spiteful...
come to mourn...

Stood at a crossroad
deciding which path to take...

...

Of all the arrows
aimed and shot from cupids bow...

Captive
confined imprisoned...

should love show again, I’ll open deeper places
should love show again, I’ll open deeper places...