Against the same odds, I build this same fire daily. Against wind and rain, Against faithlessness and doubt, The sparks become tongues of flame Licking out warmth, light; Chasing away the darkness. Blazing as I burn…
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Joni Smith
Love The Toadies.
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Joni – sounds like if we had grown up in the same neighborhood in the 70’s, we probably would have ridden banana seat Schwinn’s with chopper forks off of ramps in the street. lol.
Love The Toadies.
Joni – sounds like if we had grown up in the same neighborhood in the 70’s, we probably would have ridden banana seat Schwinn’s with chopper forks off of ramps in the street. lol.
And trying to kill each other with lawn darts…
Without the fire we die in darkness and cold . I look forward to the burn