absinthe and stained glass (Rg Gregory Poem)
(i) absinthe makes the hurt grow fonder the green fairy burbles what's this 'ere when vincent (sozzled) knifes his lug ...
(i) absinthe makes the hurt grow fonder the green fairy burbles what's this 'ere when vincent (sozzled) knifes his lug ...
THE tale of the Count our glad song shall record Who had in this castle his dwelling, Where now ye ...
The first disciples the fishermen, the rest those who were truly clay Christ selected them, as he chooses us to ...
Everyone who chooses to be salt of the earth the light of the world giving new birth All who offer ...
What we have right in our hands and no more than this sufficient gifts for God to use to transform ...
God can provide the rest wanting willing hearts only he provides the gifts for us to do his work We ...
Each of us are worthy anointed with his spirit living as a people appointed to his ministry to go into ...
Think about their past the people of the word where they were before God before he changed their lives using ...
Like all who have gone before doubting their metal their ability to serve the kingdom to speak a message to ...
waiting on God our divine appointment when power, authority, emboldened we share love, the message of Christ to the world, ...
Lips crimson with the blood of sacrifice - No they don't understand the legacy they are asking to carry the ...
Some folks will tell you the blues is a woman, Some type of supernatural creature. My mother would tell you, ...
Who gave thee, O Beauty! The keys of this breast, Too credulous lover Of blest and unblest? Say when in ...
It's coming -- the postponeless Creature -- It gains the Block -- and now -- it gains the Door -- ...
Grief is a Mouse -- And chooses Wainscot in the Breast For His Shy House -- And baffles quest -- ...
As he writes, without looking at the sea, he feels the tip of his pen begin to tremble. The tide ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
The artichoke With a tender heart Dressed up like a warrior, Standing at attention, it built A small helmet Under ...
If the shoe fell from the other foot who would hear? If the door opened onto a pure darkness and ...
I know a seraph who has golden eyes, And hair of gold, and body like the snow. Here in the ...
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