Stories held by the
Stories held by the
twinkly lights behind the trees –
held, and never told.
twinkly lights behind the trees –
held, and never told.
posted by Pete Green at
23:58
15 October 2007
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- Name: Pete Green
- Location: Sheffield, United Kingdom
Poet, musician and snowflake. Sporadically sparkly. Rising slowly. Pedestrian. Grimbarian. Edgelander. King of the impossible. Big girl's blouse.
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3 Comments:
And this one's pretty too. Really pretty.
I, um, might have sort of borrowed a line of it from somewhere. Maybe. Ahem.
I've sort of borrowed one of my best lines from somewhere too. It's still pretty.
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