Ure only as new as your lavender soaked tresses Youre only as fresh as your novel ideas Youre only as open as your "but" less brain Youre only as unique as your next poem You bard, you hunter, you fabulous scientist You wordswoth, you writer, you grave philiosophist Life is less ideal, when ideals demolish, but if that's not so then what is original about it ?
This blog is the chalk with which i dirty the black board of opinion; whats YOURS ???