Posted in Daily Photo
“Oh winter,
thou art a heartless bitch!”
Oh Winter, Never Ending!
Sunset of yellow
The blue hue as fellow
Night fell quite mellow
Come on,
It’s time for some yell-o
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Oh Winter, Never Ending! (two)
Posted in Daily Photo
“Oh winter,
thou art a heartless bitch!”
Oh Winter, Never Ending!
When it storms
It snows and hails
Sound the alarm
When all else fails
Oh Winter, Never Ending! (five)
Posted in Daily Photo
“Oh winter,
thou art a heartless bitch!”
Oh Winter, Never Ending!
It’s time to rise
And look at the sunrise
For these are few and scarce
In the midst of winter’s despair
Oh Winter, Never Ending! (three)
Posted in Daily Photo
“Oh winter,
thou art a heartless bitch!”
Oh Winter, Never Ending!
Oh,winter
My painful splinter
If I seem bitter
It’s because of this blister
I now call snow
Oh Winter, Never Ending! (four)
Posted in Daily Photo
“Oh winter,
thou art a heartless bitch!”
Oh Winter, Never Ending!
Blue skies?
In the middle of winter?
I’ll bet it’s a lie
Just can’t quite put my finger…
WWW in London (one)
Posted in World Wide Wednesday
“Traveling –
it leaves you speechless,
then turns you into a storyteller.”
Ibn Battuta
London
On the busy streets of London
There is no time for boredom
WWW in London (seven)
Posted in World Wide Wednesday
“Traveling –
it leaves you speechless,
then turns you into a storyteller.”
Ibn Battuta
London
Too many things to see
Face lit up with a glee
Never mind the sad bad weather
My skin is made of thick leather
WWW in London (nine)
Posted in World Wide Wednesday
“Traveling –
it leaves you speechless,
then turns you into a storyteller.”
Ibn Battuta
London
On the busy streets of London
There really is no time for boredom
WWW in London (two)
Posted in World Wide Wednesday
“Traveling –
it leaves you speechless,
then turns you into a storyteller.”
Ibn Battuta
London
Over the rooftops
To the hustle and bustle
Of the streets of London
In just a few hops
WWW in London (six)
Posted in World Wide Wednesday
“Traveling –
it leaves you speechless,
then turns you into a storyteller.”
Ibn Battuta
London
Rain, rain, rain
Running down the drain
Around in the City of London
Without the feeling of boredom
Rantings Of A Third Kind 