| Male |
| Words the spoken means of communicating, yet writen seems to solidify. My thoughts feelings, much more: what will I leave. Who will notice, questions of a journey from which destiny none are too will return. These are the beginning steps for me. Something I've needed to do for a vary long time. We will learn to walk as we learn to sharpen our pencil. Hope is that I don't get criticised for needing two may trees. |
| Opinion, poet, would like to write theater. |
| Who knows? May need help with hand writing. |
| I think we let it go for now? |
| What do the scriptures really mean? |
| Give me Liberty or give me Death! Pat Henry rev. Period |
| Classical to jazz, rock & roll to blues most everything in between. Except: rapp consider that not music. |
| Gown with the wind, both versions of: True Grit, Pretty Woman |