skip to main
|
skip to sidebar
jwrdavies
These are, for the most part, poems.
Wednesday 3 November 2010
Lewis Caroll turned to the incredible hulk sitting next to her and inquired:-
am i an auther?
yes
am i Lewis Caroll?
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Followers
Blog Archive
►
2020
(3)
►
June
(1)
►
March
(2)
►
2019
(1)
►
October
(1)
►
2018
(1)
►
August
(1)
►
2017
(3)
►
February
(3)
►
2015
(1)
►
January
(1)
►
2014
(8)
►
October
(1)
►
September
(1)
►
August
(2)
►
June
(1)
►
May
(2)
►
January
(1)
►
2013
(17)
►
August
(1)
►
July
(1)
►
June
(3)
►
May
(2)
►
April
(1)
►
March
(1)
►
February
(3)
►
January
(5)
►
2012
(91)
►
December
(3)
►
October
(2)
►
September
(2)
►
August
(4)
►
July
(4)
►
June
(8)
►
May
(1)
►
April
(5)
►
March
(17)
►
February
(12)
►
January
(33)
►
2011
(104)
►
December
(9)
►
November
(5)
►
October
(8)
►
September
(2)
►
August
(6)
►
July
(14)
►
June
(13)
►
May
(6)
►
April
(10)
►
March
(20)
►
February
(8)
►
January
(3)
▼
2010
(28)
►
December
(6)
▼
November
(8)
I remember the very first time I stepped off the b...
Ignite
Badlands
A dull thud and a crack, it's all black,everything...
Sell out.
Where on earth has this bird flown, forgetful forg...
Lewis Caroll turned to the incredible hulk sitting...
Try not to remember how beautifully everything was...
►
October
(4)
►
September
(4)
►
August
(3)
►
May
(1)
►
January
(2)
►
2009
(1)
►
December
(1)
About Me
JWRDavies
View my complete profile
No comments:
Post a Comment