‘‘The Stone Age didn’t end for lack of stone, and the oil age will end long before the world runs out of oil.’‘
...I’m not sure if I’m singing for the love of it or for the love of you;
long time coming, but now snow is gone
Every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time..
Our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds…
You were a truth I would rather lose, than to have never lain beside at all.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map