summer camping
I’ve been camping out on the sermon’s mountWith teachings as old as the hillsThe preacher-man and his strange commandsAre enough to give me the chills But the h...
I’ve been camping out on the sermon’s mountWith teachings as old as the hillsThe preacher-man and his strange commandsAre enough to give me the chills But the h...
In a misty dream I saw your faceTears blur the lines of distinction between fact and mythAnd for a moment I hover, suspended between the firmamentsThen a river ...
Abraham, I’m glad I can tell you my secrets. (The trees may have ears out here, but they are always discrete.) This ancient path is perfect for sorting them out...
Hey Abraham, would you give me a hand with these cardboard boxes? I never knew so much stuff could come out of one little tent. I don’t really want to tal...