click click
click click
take a pic
click click
hear the sounds
as it goes
click click
watch it move
frame by frame
in the groove
click click
night and day
watch it past
in the dark
cut on the flash
click click
no more pics
that was it
dead battery
no more sounds
as it used to go
click click
PRIESTESSMACK commented on click click
08-25-2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Dreams Come True | 1 | 07/22/2009 |
| click click | 1 | 07/21/2009 |
| temptation | 1 | 07/21/2009 |
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